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Best Poems Written by Rachel Heffington

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Awaken the Dawn

The east began blushing behind the trees
While the moon hung over the lea
And the velvet of night turned to sapphire hue
Like the blue of a newborn sea.

No breeze cared to move the whispering leaves
But they whispered themselves alone
And the first rays of sun kissed the cool of the morn
Before mounting the aerial throne. 

The dew-spangled grass glittered pure and unspoilt
As if hundreds of diamonds were strewn,
Or like dozens of tears had been carefully dropped
From the pearlescent eyes of the moon. 

Blue shadows hung shyly beneath the boughs 
Of the emerald, sylvan-king;
The ancient pine swayed and held his court
With the swallows on the wing. 

With a glorious, final shout of gold
The sun was now enthroned
While the world rejoiced like a sinner saved
That the night's dark was atoned.

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Lovely Lady, Lovely Autumn

"Lovely Lady, Lovely Autumn"
                   By Rachel Heffington

Lovely lady, lovely Autumn
May I take a lock of hair
From the tresses that glow, burnished
In the sumac over there?

Lovely lady, lovely Autumn
You're bewitching when you're dressed
In your gown of amber elm leaves
With a hint of rose caressed.

Lovely lady, lovely Autumn
Do you blush at my advance?
For I see a crimson on the boughs
Of maple as they dance.

Lovely lady, lovely Autumn
You are such a gorgeous lass
With you eyes of bluest heaven
and your shoe of greening grass.

Lovely lady, lovely Autumn
You have stole my heart away--
How I longed for, how I wept for you
On Summer's hottest day!

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A Goodly Warning

"A Goodly Warning"
 by Rachel Heffington

O! Time is a faerie-maid, dark is her dairy laid:
Larders of mem'ry and amethyst lore.
But one kiss from her lips
On your lips as she slips
One cold hand in your pocket will finish the chore.

For her kiss it is sweet
It is death, it is meat
It is sharp as a bone-frost and light as a wheat
In her bed, poppy-reds
glimmer bright as she shreds
All your best years of life into raggedy threads.

O! She picks every purse with a laugh and a curse
but a beggar she stays till the end of no end.
For her girtle is trim
From the breast to the hem;
She must ever stay hungry to eat what you lend.

Never thanks, never smile,
Such small coinage is vile
In pay for the life-years snipped off of a man.
But a kiss for the road
- Age and Slumber your load -
And a red-lipped farewell where your trouble began.

 O! Time is a faerie-maid, dark is her dairy laid:
Larders of mem'ry and amethyst lore
But one kiss from her lips
On your lips as she slips
One cold hand in your pocket will finish the chore.

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An Artist's Prayer

“An Artist's Prayer"
By Rachel Heffington

I've seen the Master Artist's brush
In deer so quiet, dusky-shy,
I've seen His charcoal pencil trace
A tree against the evening sky.
His watercolors have I glimpsed
In fragile petals of a rose.
A pastel masterpiece I view
Each time a day is at its close.
I've seen His sculpture in the way
The waves conform the rippling sand,
So Lord, please take this amatuer
And guide my ever-blundering hand!

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Lady Autumn

November is a Lady fair
Clad in a russet gown
With copper scattered in her hair
And gold spun in her crown. 

Her rich, red blood is blushing bright
Within that copse of trees;
She walks to meet the coming cold
With stately grace and ease. 

Fair is her cousin, Spring, no doubt
In apple-blossoms shod 
Who dances forth on airy wings
And turns our thoughts toward God.

Fairer yet is Sister Summer
With emeralds on her brow
And daisies in her azure hem--
To youth, her charms endow.

But Queen of wealth and beauty
In breeze of spiced perfume--
Fair November meets the Winter:
Lady Autumn and her Groom.

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Nothings

"Nothings"
By Rachel Heffington

There's nothing as green as the grass,
And nothing as blue as the sky,
There's nothing as crystal as glass,
Nothing sweeter than warm apple pie!

There's nothing like root beer to drink,
There's nothing like flowers to smell
And nothing like minds that'll think,
Nothing swirlier than a snail shell.

There's nothing like snowfall for white
There's nothing like lemons for yellow,
And nothing like moon for the night,
Nothing wiggles and jiggles like Jell-O.

There's nothing as funny as laughter,
There's nothing so fleeting as time,
There's nothing so final as "after"
And nothing like ending this rhyme.

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The Dusk Is Like a Bridal Maid

By Rachel Heffington

The dusk is like a bridal maid:
The rose is mantled on her cheek,
A single shimmering diamond-star
Clings to her hair so dark and sleek.
Her skirt of azure gently rests
Within her modest golden hand;
Her veil of quiet darkness flows
After her hem has swept the land.

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Frosty Morning

"Frosty Morning"
by Rachel Heffington
I've heard that in the halls of old
They plated everything with gold-
The chandeliers, the pillars, floors
With spoils from their latest wars.
Yet all this splendor cannot be
As rich as what is given me.

For every night as soft we sleep
Out in the dark, and midnight deep
A beauteous miracle is done
Before the waking of the sun;

And if I wake just at the dawn
I catch a glimpse of what went on:
Each leaf is clad in crystal cloak,
The grass glimmers in fairy smoke.
The rudest bramble, tinged with rust
Is sprinkled well with diamond-dust.

The thorn, the tree, the hidden flower
Are glittering with a silver shower
And things that never caught my eye
Are regal in their shimmering dye.

This miracle is but for those
Who early from their beds arose
And I can say I'm wealthy quite:
My world is gilded every night!

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Ode To Rubber Boots

“Ode to Rubber Boots”
By Rachel Heffington

In rubber boots you’re free to wade 
Through puddle and through creek;
In rubbers you’re invincible! 
(Excepting when they leak!)

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An Okra Insult

*Written as my hands are still burning from picking this vile vegetable*

"An Okra Insult"
        By Rachel Heffington

My wrath is on thee, Okra
I would dearly love to choke ya'
If you hadn't quite so many little hairs.
For they always make me itch,
In a manner fiery which
Isn't pleasant when the heat of summer flares. 

Oh, you have a pretty blossom
But your smell is like a possum
And when cooked you make a gorgeous, slimy brew.
And you prick and itch my arms
With your ticklish, burning charms
Till I'd gladly run your vital system through. 

You bring lots of money, though
From the people who don't know
All the evil secrets hidden in your heart.
And I sell you at our stand
Though you bite and sting my hand--
We're a partnership...I guess that is a start?