Woodsmoke Poems - Poems about Woodsmoke

...Contest: Breathless Sponsor: Constance La France Written: 24/05/2025 Quote "To breathe is to live, and without breath, there is no life." — Lailah Gifty Akita A breathless house wheezes Wi......

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... Thoughts keep coming back of late afternoons with the dark wings of currawongs weaving pathways through the high branches leaving long threads of song draped across trees - the drifting ......

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...My long-lost winter is here Even if it has not snowed, For by and by, woodsmoke is near Drifting slow across the road A most distinctive scent It carries to the nose, Up, up a chimney vent W......

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...Born in the breath of woodsmoke and fire, I learned early to love the art of falling. Leaves tumble like poorly kept secrets, trees strip down without shame - modesty’s for summer, after all. ......

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...When butterflies float downward like a leaf As air of Autumn dances everywhere Whispers of wings become a bright motif Floating, drifting, wandering on blue air. Scents of cinnamon whisper tre......

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...Ode to Tofitian Rain What is in Tofino rain that makes it smell so sweet? A blend of berries, a certain strain of sea salt, fog and peat it smells of woodsmoke, tangy fir and kelp washed ......

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... "Peace in the Nowhere" Ghosts remain in this place they read their words marked each day on walls like prayers, it gives them peace in the nowhere someplace relevant ......

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..."A melody whispers through the trees in the Autumnal season. A colorful song, a sing along, and nature's beauty is the reason." ~ by ......

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...When I think about you, I can see the sun streaming through the trees as we lay underneath them, staring up and the blue and white and endless of it all. I smell woodsmoke and summer breezes ......

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...I always wanted to be a real cowboy. A Buck-a-rue with scars on my cheeks and worn boots, I wanted my spurs to jingle and my saddle to creak and deep lines and sun burned skin decorating my face,......

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...Last night's grief was filled with a serene dawn. Woodsmoke and scalded spices flood the air. The darkened sunlight disclaims treads the lawn. Last night's grief was filled with a sere......

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...on a cold clear night they huddle close together with scorched fronts and icy backs eyes reflecting the flames in ruddy faces woodsmoke permeating hair and clothes fine grey ash coat......

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...Is it autumn, when silence has come to a lonely lakeshore? Throngs of reveling summer tourists are flocking here no more. Is it autumn, the water's sitting still in the swimming pool? The rowdy ......

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...In the stillness lies unbroken The fragile silence of the day When a whispering, winter wind Comes in to rest from play In the silence of the wood Lies the peace, so hard to find Lost, then f......

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...I wandered from a dream into a nightmare when a desperate voice I continued to hear. As her weeping grew louder, I felt her near catching a glimpse of white lace hovering in the air. Too ......

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