Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

The flower flaunts its pretty plume Then soon its petals wilt Rendering back to earth the bloom Of season-ordered lilt ...

Methinks I sense a kinship in your gray reluctant eyes The colors of relinquishment are evident; your sighs Betray you, ever w...

Autumn Lies Still… Long the lazy laughter of its wooded hill and steep Would lull the little boy or girl or mother fast asle...

  Image Source Free to lie beneath the tree and dream our dreams, in spite of tears we walk the streets and splash through parks w...

We didn’t know the ebb and flow Of morn to night and blue to gold Would weave with such unhurried ease From bud to leaf to...

In the dry part of summer That dirt road turned to golden silk Ribbon running through corn-clover mead Feeding freedom in ...