Windfalls Poems - Poems about Windfalls

...The windfalls have been trod and gnawed upon. A sweet sludge of pith is spread across a ripe carpet of cider scented soil. Here in late autumn, an amber painted orchard is the heady mulch of......Read the rest...

...My Muse awoke me, I had been listening to a thunderstorm from my warm bedroom. She wanted me to write about the storm. The morning came fine and fair, she was still pressing me to talk about......Read the rest...

...They’re cutting down my apple tree. Well, I say it was mine, even Though it was in a neighbor’s field. She never minded that we climbed In it, and we often did, Being such tomboys as we were! T......Read the rest...

...I am the surplus confusion of my mother, the left-overs of Uncle Tommy – sous chef and demon lover, the aftershave of my father, and his father before him. We are what we are, but of course ......Read the rest...

...I've never felt so safe as I do with you I can be myself, laugh my laugh Tell bad jokes, dress up, dress down Drink too much, laugh out loud Eat too much, cry in a crowd With you I'm free..free ......Read the rest...

...It was after Mom’s dad passed her mom bought canaries. Grams felt life less lonely, I think, with their singing, and gave her idea that flying the coop to live close to my mom could be Southland f......Read the rest...

...Cider only requires one straw— Sipping with my Sweetheart. Dreaming about apples— Some big (and) some small... Whispering windfalls upon a fallen time ground. Fields endless waves mo......Read the rest...

...For old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for « some » other giants - Part One I Why don’t they ever come back? Even if it’s just to say ......Read the rest...

...Plundering stuff to clone is obscene Leeching from others whose work they have seen Always alert for what comes their way Grabbing their windfalls by night and by day ......Read the rest...

... Ribbed strands of wheat across the plain bend at the knees, to drink the rain in windfalls Brown from harvest, drought and blight, are cornstalks spinning through the night like w......Read the rest...

...A litany of leaves tango to the tune of your chilly flow, so windblown. Moody clouds move silently by in a turbulent silver sky, as windfalls. Showing signs of your wrath, the trees, to wh......Read the rest...

...Lost in a woodland once again To feel the silver of mild rain- Hair windblown I brush the mist on my body- Droning through a night’s symphony Like windpipes Until gauzy the evensong Imbues......Read the rest...

...The trees have pumpkin-pied themselves they're dipped in orange butterscotch. The squirrel's nests of pick-up sticks hide acorns stores which plink-plop. Below the apple trees bowed branches m......Read the rest...

...Nopalero = one who deals with/sells nopales [edible prickly pear cactus leafs/pads] Aiiiii, Jimmy -- what shall we say, now that you've gone, worst fear realized: your body discovered, days la......Read the rest...

...Windfalls of apples, dull reds and brown leaf scattered amongst the creeping mist that filters through the wily woven web of spiders, laying in wait unknowing of the migration that followed the sun........Read the rest...