HAIKU Fall’s great masterpiece wiped from nature’s huge canvas winter’s quick cold hand 3/16/90 Phyllis VanVleck
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Fall’s Masterpiece
Posted in haiku, Nature, Poetry, tagged canvas, cold, fall, hand, Masterpiece, winter on Sunday,November 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Gifts of Nature
Posted in Animals, Free Verse, Nature, Poetry, tagged autumn, burning leaves, crickets, fall, geese, hearth, robes, scarlet, seasons, snow on Friday,November 13, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
SIGHTS AND SOUNDS OF NATURE The sights and sounds of nature are sweet this time of year. Scarlet, gold, and saffron tones announce a change in seasons. Winging geese form chevron patterns in a blue enamel sky, honking their goodby song, until spring bursts forth next year. Crickets find their way inside and settle near [...]
A fall Cinquain
Posted in Cinquain, Nature, Poetry, tagged blanket, blossoms, fall, fragrance, peach, petals on Tuesday,October 27, 2009 | 1 Comment »
FALLING FRAGRANCE Released, petals flutter from the peach tree blossoms, forming a fragrant pink blanket below. 2/29/96 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
Indian Summer
Posted in Nature, Poetry, tagged autumn, fall, haze, Indian, summer, Waltz on Monday,October 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
CHANGING SEASONS When summer waltzes into fall, she does it rather slow, reluctant to let go. I’ve often seen her stop and stall, giving joyous warm days . . . Indian Summer haze, as autumn spreads her gorgeous shawl. 9/9/04 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck
After he sunk, he stunk.
Posted in Humor, Poetry, Rhyming, tagged booze, fall, redneck, stagger, stink, whiskey on Tuesday,July 14, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
THE ODIOUS DUNK The Redneck was true to his role, And whiskey was claiming his soul. He staggered outside, To the outhouse he hied, And sadly fell into the hole. His rescuers chided the drunk Concerning his odious dunk, So he yelled out, good news – He was giving up booze, Because after he sunk, [...]
Falls color
Posted in Nature, Poetry, tagged breeze, color, fall, funeral, leaves, pirouette on Thursday,October 30, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
THE LAST DANCE Fall leaves, ablaze with color, release their sad desperate hold and pirouette to the ground. Now joining their brothers on a wind-swept lawn, they cavort in a brisk dance of death; breezes singing their funeral dirge. 8/28/90 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck
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