Sleeted Poems - Poems about Sleeted

...when I last looked snow sprawled in like an embrace from a foreign world outdoor walk suspended by squabbles of sleeted wet unappealing chords of ice pellets that stand hair on edge to coat a ......Read the rest...

...grim starkness of snow sturdy in its sleeted falling willing a bleached landscape a lushness that chokes the rough field terrain strides of power as the fevered wind spirals In an unexpecte......Read the rest...

...When the leaves fall, I feel their green call to me unto death. Whispering that what was fresh is no more. I hear their silence, see their veins weave through their becoming - from brit......Read the rest...

...Apple cheeked autumn eyes bashful skies, as Yellow frocked summer says her goodbyes to fragrant Earth's seeded spring, to wild bouquets Arranged by careless care, for the Roses and daffodils to......Read the rest...

...The morning broke pragmatically As the warmth kissed the dew goodbye. And the thunder clouds who haunted nigh Had fled and left an open sky. Where an aged thrasher voiced a song of love That rai......Read the rest...

...In the outskirts of a dirt-laden country road it snowed, hailed, sleeted, and again...it snowed. Day and night, Mr. Snowman guarded the cozy homestead, as the Jones', inside, slurped soup with hom......Read the rest...

...I’m dancing on the boardline. Forgotten distances leaving dust behind. A sudden movement turned over the weel a lifetime’s search remains dark and incomplete. Joined lights shining over the sea......Read the rest...

...The cutting edge of Fall Shears the leaves from trees, Exposing them as ramrod tall Soldiers soon to freeze. These warriors of wood Battle with the gale Defiantly they’re braced, and should ......Read the rest...

...November casts its leaves and days away. The calendar’s last, best, page remains… December. And our losses and our gains Are summed across a sky of frigid grey (Forgiving sins from some far Augu......Read the rest...

...November casts its leaves and days away. The calendar’s last, best, page remains… December. And our losses and our gains Are summed across a sky of frigid grey (Forgiving sins from some far Augu......Read the rest...

...The cutting edge of Fall Shears the leaves from trees, Exposing them as ramrod tall Soldiers soon to freeze. These warriors of wood Battle with the gale Defiantly they’re braced, and should ......Read the rest...

...The cutting edge of Fall Shears the leaves from trees, Exposing them as ramrod tall Soldiers soon to freeze. These warriors of wood Battle with the gale Defiantly they’re braced, and should ......Read the rest...