Spruce Poems - Poems about Spruce

Said the last goodbye, Leaving us, as old rye, Taking you, Earth withers, And I am left in shivers. Tears flow in eyes, The driest ones; wept, Grays are the skies, The wind, no longer kept. Children shall be told, Reminiscent they'll be, Before they grow cold, That's how time does be. Tales, rumours, I shall dismiss them all, As long as i live, I shall know you. Time,...

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dead spruce tree branches cradle robin's perfect nest keeping safe the eggs...

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Red House and Spruce by Edvard Munch Snug, in a blue bunting of hibernation, Red cottage In a clearing of indigo and ice spruce That form ribs of protection from From hues of ill winds, As a leafless birch backbone Spreads a protective circle, Sentinels of secrets Behind the hidden crimson door When eventide’s crystal constellations Of fallen cerulean white snows Sleep...

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I saw the maples; Chattering with the spruce; Sparrows awaken; Squirrels recused; Running rapid; Are those rabbits; Dogs chasing still the cat up the tree; God where are all the honey bees; By the grave I saw the maples; The lonely liquidambar leafing; I felt obliged to admire the Rameses; ~ The bur oak smiled; As the trees of all kinds; Lo! The sun dials; Waves with the...

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I sit at the large window, Gaze and see the prolific spruces. They are my favorite twin trees, Tall and shapely. A beautiful spruce green, They have been my favorite tree. I think of the tree in the living-room. Of our exquisite house. Decorated with lights and ornaments, Some homemade. This brings much happiness and friendship, Days of Christmas where the relatives meet. Santa...

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In my front yard lives a sycamore tree that of late seems to have it in for me. A pristine giant with a white colored bark that's constantly shedding and falling apart. I've always admired this glorious tree until it began hurling branches at me. It's tree parts keep dropping from one hundred feet. I'm...

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white keys of birch trees black keys of spruces and pines - music of twilight 8.20.2019 One Haiku Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Rick Parise Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5...

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The spruce tree in the living-room was tall and beautiful, Christmas with our relatives is celebrated and revered. Reminders of a Christmas wedding to my husband Walter and the birth my honorable sons Kirk and Erik, Now Kirk is married to his lovely wife Jenn and they have two good children Maya and Merrick and live in...

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I’m in my mind but after being out of mine. You found the guy I hide. So eyes are pealed for rustic stays. I will bag up what you planted for me just to give you, your better days. For you I saved. Now my spending’s grandiose. Sunshine and showers. 2/17/18 ...

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A young small spruce tree had grown In the sprawling evergreen conifer forest Once decided to celebrate Christmas alone In an isolated hamlet that’s the nearest. It then started to slowly walk on a faint track In the Christmas eve hours of the cold night With the blue moon shimmering on its back Where the snowflakes fluttered, falling light. At the thinned...

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Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: Dying Blue Spruce Tree Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: May/2017 Now that April has faded behind the golden Sun of spring - It leaves a sickle that time writhe unforgiving - Thou perpetrators cast shadows leaving it's dark remnants, to thou limbs vernal youth; clinging to branches parched, gone brittle - Summer...

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I saw you up ahead By yourself Off to the side In the still brown winter grass Scales tightly woven At the tip Releasing only halfway The nearest pinetree Over 100 metres away A Squirrel surely brought You this far and gave up Now you will survive Among my family Of Lake Superior Rocks and driftwood Abandoned birdnests And other found Forest orphans Forever Loved 02/22/17...

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Here be the descendents of potent fairies glowing leaves , thistles sewn Petals glimpse wan proof Resplendent features garb of petals beings Mortals said to have white mice Small villages strange, By birch and spruce trees Wooden pallidness, mist golden silvery hair blown Greatest treasures Leshia Souls who shall travel Hidden in glens so thick Howling dewiness,legends tell Listen on the innocuous nigh...

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deciduous tree limbs bristle in winter wind ever green fortress...

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Blue Spruce Standing Tall Clothed In Snow, Sky's Purest White Shielding Life Beneath....

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