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At first the sun's fingers
Poke up just a bit,
Seeming to find the ocean's ledge,
They grab a hold of it.
With radiant arms extended,
It raises itself higher,
Then sits upon the ocean's rim -
A fuzzy ball of fire.
Copyright © Raven Howell | Year Posted 2015
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Morning tumbles into my arms,
I give a gentle hug,
Smooth down
Her long gauzy dress,
Run my fingers through her rays
And braid sweet pea tendrils in blond pigtails.
Lifting up her quivering chin
I gaze into sapphire eyes,
Drawl encouraging morning words:
“Good” and “glory”,
“Dove”,
And she embraces the petunia day.
Copyright © Raven Howell | Year Posted 2019
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Raise your thoughts into the light
With yellow sun and starling flight.
And from a humble heart, uplift
To share kind words,
A loving gift.
Copyright © Raven Howell | Year Posted 2022
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Some days I want to stay in bed,
Let flowery thoughts run through my head.
Some days I like to kick off shoes,
Run through our garden as I choose.
Until it’s time to work, I play,
And gift the world my best bouquet.
Copyright © Raven Howell | Year Posted 2021
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More nutritious
Than a bean,
I do appreciate
Your green,
But raw,
You are extremely crunchy,
Roasted,
Just a mushy-munchy.
Steaming
Makes you awfully wet.
Sorry -
‘Still don’t like you yet!
Copyright © Raven Howell | Year Posted 2017
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You could have picked a sturdy branch
In the maple tree.
You could have picked the birdhouse
Or a place near the chimney.
Perhaps a bush, perhaps the brush
Might be where you'd feel best,
But still it's nice you chose my pot
To build your lacy nest!
Copyright © Raven Howell | Year Posted 2015
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A noun
It stands on solid ground
And may not want to fool around
With a verb who’d need to prove
That it could rouse it, make it move.
An adjective might think it best
To decorate it, get it dressed.
And prepositions, have you heard?
Connect them to another word.
Yet out of all the nouns I’ve known
Some prefer
To stand alone.
The End.
Copyright © Raven Howell | Year Posted 2016
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Summer arrived,
and the fuzz buzz of bees,
so did the fireflies'
flicker and tease,
so did the peepers
and green leaves on trees,
and the mellow of sun
to do as it pleased.
Copyright © Raven Howell | Year Posted 2016
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Fuzzy borders
Between onomatopoeia
And exclamations
Copyright © Raven Howell | Year Posted 2022
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The moon and I
With cups of tea
Share a laugh and memory.
With ups and downs
Our paths twist far
Though always guided by the star.
Copyright © Raven Howell | Year Posted 2019
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