Thicket Poems - Poems about Thicket

...I was a child of solitude, a phantom among games and echoes, And my heart beat in rhythm with the hidden signs of the infinite. I remain now an old alien fortress, atop a forgotten hill, Holder of......Read the rest...

...replenishing air keeping the earth fresh nurturing giants animal cover vital place for ferns verdant thicket hiding the deer shading the grass miracle oak leafy elm orange maple cotton......Read the rest...

...In the thicket forgotten of deeply anchored thoughts, Where ideas nest, across time and tailored spaces, There I stand, guardian of the undimmed realm, the archivist of the flame That knows not ex......Read the rest...

...Deep sky, ankles seeping into grass. Through the thicket, light pushes through, a thousand bracketed sky windows. Deep earth gives way, fades way down, to where legs reach up, to a tople......Read the rest...

...In the brisk embrace of dawn, a robin toils— A flutter of wings, a rustle of life reborn, She dances on the breeze, her beak a weaver's tool, Arranging sticks and strands, a tapestry takes form. ......Read the rest...

... A song trickles from the thicket... bouncing off the cowlicked grass. It tilts its beak toward my whistle... re-branding the day "Bull thistle magic". ......Read the rest...

...In the thicket of spinning days, where fate weaves deep, I seek freedom on paths of stars, my wave of hope. Science tells me to believe in the dance of matter, in the sophism of time's flow, That ......Read the rest...

...I share a tree with a story to tell: We were out for a walk round Dufton Pike when this straggly hawthorn conveyed its spell, holding my gaze on our afternoon hike. A closer study showed not one ......Read the rest...

...Jewel layer templates gilded upstream sigh winsome eyelet skimmed scorning dawn orb Delphic mustard sketch on sapphire sequins Appalachian awning bearing flimsy nuggets surreal slender st......Read the rest...

... Sprawling aspiration effervescent incandescence spreads psychic plasma of primal spectrum painting passion on the silken sky the configured fascinated facsimile of mental panorama su......Read the rest...

... My volatile mind wandered in the terrain of trance, drifted in the draft of reverie on its latticed wings, a lonely bird floated in the sunburst recess of sky, made the fascinating fresco of ......Read the rest...

...In the misty realm of being, where thought finds rest, There lies an ancient corridor winding with longing, Concealing at its end the door to an unexplored, mystical room, Upon whose walls echo th......Read the rest...

...From the thistle and vine From the thicket of thorn Into the light of the morning Out from the briar patch, gone In a flicker of light Into the glimmer of dawn Slipping out at the daybrea......Read the rest...

...The unbegun poem is a tree root, clinging to a whirlwind. A stag hides, in a thicket of hunters. Nothing speaks, where memory leaves no footprint. The buried must uncover a spade. Gr......Read the rest...

... I heard a noise that sounded like a cricket Then once again, coming from her thicket Soozie cried, "I keep burping." "No," I said. "It's a chirping! I'm not gonna touch that sticky wicket." ......Read the rest...