a cold evening, swollen painful
willow buds
migrating birds are
perched in the skeletons
of trees along the shore like great
black blossoms
a small reddish flame
there, far off, trembles in the icy wind
as if alive, near the water
a fire stoked by children
it’s almost warmer, isn’t it,
as we draw near
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Nymph Complaining For The Death Of Her Faun poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Анатолий Жигулин – Береза
- A Florilegium poem – Alfred Austin
- English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Home. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
- A Dream Of Venice
- The Winner by Shel Silverstein
- Федор Сологуб – В его саду растет рябина
- Reviving My Feminity poem – Amy Cavanaugh poems | Poems and Poetry
- Morning Song by Sylvia Plath
- The Dreadful Has Already Happened by Mark Strand
- The Poetry That Is Life
- Arcady Unheeding by Siegfried Sassoon
- Юлия Друнина – Забытая тетрадь, Истертые листы
- It was an April morning: fresh and clear by William Wordsworth
- The Hearth Eternal by Vachel Lindsay
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
