Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

  A waltz with words that waft and twirl across a ballroom floor The laughter of a little girl drifting from worlds of yore A sense of immin...

Ontario's August countryside is lovely to behold. Landscapes are laid in checkered counterpanes of green and gold Ditches and creek beds...

Happy Canada Day! From verdant sweep and fresh sea deep And Rocky mountain grandeur From rolling plain of rippling grain ...

I do not expect anyone to read every drop of ink I bleed but each drop falls with a little prayer that it will find the right heart ...

I’m thankful for the dance we’ve had And all the joys you’ve shown me But I must go, please don’t be sad For you can never own me I’ll...

Like petals that drift from the apple-tree Your words return on the wind Beautiful sentiments spoken to me Syllables noble and kind ...

Don’t ask me to explain my poetry The allure is in the mystery If I tell you What good would it do? And after all, you must know this ...

It cannot be altered, or ever returned to We cannot retrace a single foot-print Nor can we erase one jot or one brush-stroke Written fo...

If the breeze is perfumed with lilac and violet If the music is an orchestra in the west If the cushion I sit on is grass soft as vel...