Catkin Poems - Poems about Catkin

... love … a crutch for you but you wear it like a Prada suit matching handbag, of course, to keep your toys in … (mostly men … alphabetically) six-inch Blahnik stilettos for crushing egos wit......Read the rest...

...I left home in dreams of battlefield glory, When Pea flower dot the golden brown cole In the delicate bloom of late spring. I cycled to the frontlines, Wheels whispering of broken prophecies. Th......Read the rest...

... all my senses ... long to make sense ... of YOU what greets my gaze is perfect imperfection lines and curves and shapes and colors and movements mingled with sacred intent in sublime symmetr......Read the rest...

...Night brings a wondrous display a mix and blended menagerie arrayed with colors, melodies and creatures unmatched by any hunter's imaginary superiority scratched. In my wildest dreams at the ......Read the rest...

...The road leads to old windmill Soul like grain is processed by the mill The very presence of the mill Surreal will make you feel The orb is like science filled dream Beautiful and bizarre cry......Read the rest...

...Sun is setting in the west Birds towards home are flying fast In search of beauty soul begins a quest In the vision of horizon the spirit will nest Upon the lake in the spring breeze rushes gen......Read the rest...

...The snow before honey hued sun flees The rivers begin to unfreeze The fragrance of field flowers and bonfire is carried by spring breeze Catkin begins to grow soon flowers will be pollinated by bees......Read the rest...

...If the wind changes and the showers fall heavily on meadows and glades April is Green, Buds and leaves grow quickly on these green days everyone can see that there is a sun, Walk through villages, co......Read the rest...

...Catkins, Catkins peek out your furry head Upon the branchlet within the meadow Remember curiosity killed the cat, stone dead Nature's furry, cocoons upon the willow Beat the leaf and spr......Read the rest...

...Jack Horne Picking twelve bunches of daffodils - I knew they were her favourites - I stood beneath catkin trees, Listening to the chicks Calling their parents, Waiting for grubs. Then she ......Read the rest...