Windowsill Poems - Poems about Windowsill

...Robins seem to enjoy my yard Awaiting the coolness of dewed mornings To awaken the wriggling worms A seasonal offering favored by the feathered ones Dandelion waiters tend to the color and flav......Read the rest...

... Written: April 24, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tread of life a strand of hair disassociation desolation devastation floribunda fl......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I met the lord of spring today cloaked in spotted red. Upon my windowsill, he's still stretching from his bed. They trumpet for his return th......Read the rest...

...An envelope of pink that she had kissed sometime before, her perfume lingered still, earthy reminders of last evening's tryst; lay, unexpected, on his windowsill. It's blatant presence flamed by ......Read the rest...

... A squirrel jumped onto my windowsill It was not afraid of me I winked at it, proffered a cup Mouthed, ‘Would you like some tea?’ It hopped on in and dipped its head right i......Read the rest...

...("Pema", 2017, original pen and ink) The Journey of Souls Dogs make the ultimate example Of a conditionable being, And my deaf-dog buddy Old Pema the Pug is no exception. Meanwhile......Read the rest...

...Hurting and wilting. Silent. Indifferent. Boring and never moving. I am a flower on a windowsill. People are kind to me. But I am lonely. Because flowers don’t have friends.......Read the rest...

...I left my window open every night but you never came to the windowsill like you always promised you would and it's not that I mind really but did you forget? ......Read the rest...

...In their little houses, fire bleeds Through the staring windows, Eyeballs pressed from panes, endless Revelations, explanations of what is to be… Moments, Southern samplings Darkness feeds on ......Read the rest...

... birds gather at the feeder, hovering, near the sunflower seeds, tap, tap, tap against the windowsill, where a feeder is attached, filled by hopeful hearts who linger, at the window, relis......Read the rest...

... A bisque sun on the windowsill, the early light smells of marigolds. Beyond, the garden is as usual, a haven for cracked clay pots, after windy nights there are yet more broken terracotta options......Read the rest...

...She had spells other witches only dreamed of doing. Her pot was full of exotic homemade recipes she had stewing. Her spells were legendary, her ingenuity was amazing. Goats, cows and chickens were......Read the rest...

...White rope of sunlight Tethered through my chest Shot clean through to my spine. Gordion knotted to my backbone. I can feel the knuckles of it Between my shoulder blades. Pinching rope with a y......Read the rest...

... From Chile the small label read. Each has an emerging blush on both cheeks like a young girl’s. It is the blush that holds my eye, and I succumb. I press my thumb firmly against the s......Read the rest...

...Two Cats On A Windowsill "Hey, Enya." "Yes, Tammy." "Do you see what I see?" "What do you see Tammy?" "Things in the air, swirling and looking like they're having so much fun!" "Oh yes, Tammy......Read the rest...