Southward Poems - Poems about Southward

...October is one of those months that begins with transition and change. It's the tenth month of the year that brings us those refreshing cool breezes as our days become shorter. The leaves everywh......Read More

...maple trees blaze red geese soar southward overhead . . . October’s rising......Read More

...From far a cool wind gently blows, There's a pleasantness in the air. Harsh summer heat steadily slows. The leaves of trees, new colours wear. Autumn has come in time to cheer From......Read More

...I saw Pop sitting just outside the veranda, slumped over in his wheelchair, his limp left arm tied to the chair’s railing. He looked up and waved with his good hand. “Sara!” he called with delight.......Read More

...The Great Lakes acronym spells homes I chose titled topic by a fanciful whim, nevertheless still consider my knowledge of aforementioned material slim. Housing multivarious biomes register ......Read More

...Days weave together as night tears at the seams Light as it vanishes deserting my dreams The sun making promises darkness reneges The truth stays an orphan that both will misgive The roo......Read More

...Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence, with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway. Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for ......Read More

...southward bound flying in shape of a boomerang ~ will return in spring written November 26, 2022......Read More

...Crisp nights, heavy dew, coming soon Smoke trail of swallows southward fly Fruit boughs droop under harvest moon Corn towers up to touch the sky Fall speckles in the trees on high Crisp night......Read More

...The calendar hanging on the wall says, "Beware! It is yet winter," Though the night air whispers, "Listen not to this." The lashing rains, deafening and onerous, pass. Frogs rejoice in loud, r......Read More

... "See of Ghosts" ghosts never leave they watch you while you sleep casting dreams of their return they wait for you to see ghosts never leave whispering their a......Read More

...Sometime around the first of October, the windswept canyons I go to see. They will be as an ocean of blazing trees. Yes, a multitude of trees. Russet, red, orange and gold, they wil......Read More

...Today, on 2/2/22 The snow is melting fast. The river’s rushing southward As some police boats hurry past. My bench is dry; I’m sitting In a little patch of sun, A respite I’ll enjoy until Th......Read More

...Nothing is more delicate than a butterfly Fluttering by toward a petal out-of-reach, Sunbeams glistening off its iridescent wings Butterflies are such beautiful, dainty things The tangerine-orang......Read More

...The picture of an iceberg gives me a chill A glacier slowly drifting southward a shiver Why is it, for me, the cold is more than an ill, And thoughts of winter make my lips quiver. written Dece......Read More