Poems

Poem

I saw a bride splendid in white garments
I saw a woman with one hundred children 
The children plump and firm within her arms,
But some fell down or strangers took and ate them

A F Harrold -poetryline
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

Frost spins white lines

on the lawn,

grass turns glass-like,

crisp crackle-snap

underfoot.

Poem

I found an autumn necklace in the hedge,

silken threads, strung with tiny beads.

Yet when I touched a strand it fell,

leaving only scattered tears.

 

Poem

Aren’t you cold and won’t you freeze,
With branches bare, you winter trees?
You’ve thrown away your summer shift,
Your autumn gold has come adrift.