Spruces Poems - Poems about Spruces

...I'm standing on a fragrant lily field by the serene bay towards midnoon, falcons gather by the splashing rocks with eyes that scare away hungry larks; they must catch their prey and be fed: they......

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...I was an ambitious fine watchmaker, looking forward to sunshine tomorrows, Like the remote edge of a fuchsia horizon, where gather racy, blue swallows. I worked on clocks of all styles and sizes,......

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...On seeing the painting of Edvard Munch Of the woodland stretching endless One would feel, one has entered a sanctuary, Where stillness prevails and coolness overpowers There is no sound excep......

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...Upon a winter’s outing I a lovely cottage did espy; of lovely blues with snow atop. How I would love to have stopped, just for a chat with merry folk, whose home of happiness bespoke. With......

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...I -- Stopped to chat: at the one store open This second day of 2023 here: Where a month from mid- December Is the usual "holiday" for child & worker -- Mr. L saw me rush off chasing something ......

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...Give ear to stream blowing rough ground Vying spreading plain voice Spring wind swings spruces blown around In the calm vale of choice Yields a cool, clean dwelling On a calm sea, ......

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...*Giphy of Loving Vincent by Theofy. AUDIO: Windmills, sung by Springfield Color-Filled Caroler Skipping Rope A girl entrance per color-filled rhyme, hope tha......

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...Flowers need much rain, their petals are very dry, their stems are too weak; Nature's future is bleak, draught is a terrible bane, not a boon for a butterfly! Clouds are thin, transparent,......

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...After summer spruces up in full array When peonies have graced the graves At end of May, I shall go far, far away After summer spruces up in full array Where some folks, who know, blithely say ‘......

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...I'm struggling to wake up, rubbing my sensitive eyelids, I may need more sleep; awesome is the resplendent morning dispersing its light, I perceive it as a sumptuous woman wearing a green dress......

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...Tulips and lilies never smelled so fragrantly inebriating by the lake of the half-moon, I sense the ineffable mystery of an alluring and serene evening; remote breezes so unforeseen and unquest......

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...No snow has fallen yet, daises still soak up sunlight, no wind makes them shiver; grannies gather outside and chat, many have silver-gray hair. Little sparrow afraid of winter trembling and i......

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...February's air is not really that frigid, I stay warm in my fleece jacket and insulated brown boots; I'm also wearing a wool hat I bought a month ago in Lake Placid, its color is green and smell......

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...I sit at the large window, Gaze and see the prolific spruces. They are my favorite twin trees, Tall and shapely. A beautiful spruce green, They have been my favorite tree. I think of the......

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...Snow-clad slope, small clearing in the spruces, green needles, grizzled white, frame this cabin on a pitch skiers would salivate for, the view reminiscent of Bierstadt. Five mile walk to where ......

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