Vinca Poems - Poems about Vinca

...Up here, where the lone trees grow, the air is clear and the time is now. Up here, where the lone trees grow, my emotions alternate between what I see and what I know. The only easy way into th......

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...Desert Botanical Garden - Phoenix, AZ Come and find me in this garden; I know not where the hours go. Palm fronds brush against my cheek – Lone toadstool, blush of mallow......

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...blub big blue blazing bedazzling boisterous brilliant beacon bright pulsar pulsates projecting prominently pinpoint precisely quixotic quasars quintillion quarks quirkiness quantum q......

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...villas villages vestige views valley vinca vacation venues......

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...Shades of Purple Canterbury Bells planted in a row Violets scattered everywhere they grow Lilacs sweet lilacs the best scent in Spring Fresh Hyacinths bloom in a purple ring Clematis climb......

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...What more delicate than the singing of the birds as they flutter and stumble, Sweet as apple crumble The wren and the robin, heads a bobbin, squabbling over fallen sunflower seed Each his need Th......

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...Again I don't want anything Apart from your love Because of your love in the middle Your body, mind and heart are everything Rose and vinca Lotus and sunflower Different kind of like your laugh......

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... Ajuga, will be a must, a blue beauty that blows in the wind. Bellflowers, charming and faithful and lovely, of course I must have Candy Tufts from gardens of long gone, enchanting. And mother......

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... Violet softness blushes the cheeks of the gently swaying purple vinca, and murmurs sweetly of Violet cloud filled breezes caressing their green leave......

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...Fowl meadow grass - Glyceria striata - the striations on the lemma. Drooping rachis a weeping willow of a grass. Recurring periwinkles, myrtle, Vinca. Helicopter petals. Evergreen leaves. Esca......

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...The most beautiful thing, sing the birds Gorgeous as the sound. around the crashing of waves That morning tweet, sweet as apple crumble The wren , the robin, bobbin his head, on a quest fo......

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...Today I stopped along a roadside path, Drawn to swaths of gold and blue. A calliope of yellow mustard, with hues Of purple vinca, and wild sweetpeas too. Harsh winter rains lay this hillside ba......

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...daffodils nodding their heads keeping rhythm with the wind miniature white rose-like bridle veil bowing over the fence tiny wildflowers in pinks and whites happily enjoying e......

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