Creosote Poems - Poems about Creosote

...Gentle Earth, I beg of you – Whisper to us the first sign of spring. Annul this wintry despair And a season of life anew, bring. From the depths of Baja Carry the warmth in upon a draft. Pok......Read the rest...

...April and the clocks forward spring, our cricket practice gets in full swing. Nets to untangle from their poles, players to call and enrol. Gang mowers to grease and oil, the team kit-bag to d......Read the rest...

...the angel on the mantel comes from an old wagon road that cuts from desert brush into the burnished hills where creosote breaks up and scatters at the base of the Chiricahuas where Fort Bowi......Read the rest...

...A creosote frown mars the stony landscape. Time’s sundial remnant a tilting chimney shadow circling a homestead memory. The foundation survives the dream remains tangled in ivied struggle l......Read the rest...

...april starts clocks forward spring practice in full swing nets untangled from their poles players to contact & enroll gang mowers greased&oiled kit-bag dis-embroiled grass-stained pads whit......Read the rest...

...A diverse array of flora and fauna reign majestic in vivid tawny imagery of shifting sand dunes and barren rocks-- sixteen miles from the golden rays of western tomorrow. Time is played out i......Read the rest...

...Winding lines of cars Stop and go on black paved roads Driving down the shore Bright umbrellas pose Sitting on a sandy beach Lolling in the sun The smell of hot dogs salty air and creosot......Read the rest...

...Harsh sunlight beats upon the thirsty land And glares upon the limestone cliffs and sand, While waves of heat rise shimmering, above The parched loam where the great saguaros stand. And perc......Read the rest...

...The Last Spike Helios orb peers cautiously with guarded optimism through cracker-slatted clouds as Thor's divine implement shatters the morning stillness with the clap of a sonic boom Me......Read the rest...

...Desert Morning A stiff little north breeze, still cold from the night, shoves warm condensate into my fists and face from my coffee. It was good to assemble that coffee. Then a little weed. A b......Read the rest...

...Back Creek Smells My nose senses the unseen, Like a final Act’s scene, When I arrive near the Bay, I sense my sinuses are gray, From inhaling the city. Fish scents replace the gritty, ......Read the rest...

...The tent of Autumn is wet, Nights as dark as creosote, Days that fall like Mother apples which bruise With cold sweetness. The impending conspiracy of Frost;Laburnums stripped to Bare fram......Read the rest...

...Talk to me Creosote poisons Rattlesnakes bite And the white bird sings In the night There’s a hollow in the night Following the footsteps Your eyes are cryptic You got a shadow over you I can see ......Read the rest...

...It was a long walk, with time heeling at my shadow. (and somewhere miles away the garage door closed, and the exhaust flowed, and a small dog died in her limp arms) I was friendly with God. Only wit......Read the rest...

...let us say the summer that year was a cliché to its lovers. And its once open windows stood firm against Prying Eyes. Perhaps the silver smoke of automobiles rose toward the waiting sun that ......Read the rest...