Posted by Brad Osborne on August 13, 2022 · 18 Comments
Leaves fall like flakes of gold and bronze,
Tumbling through the cool autumn air…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with autumn, colors, dreams, fall, fauna, flora, life, poem, Poetry, seasons, sleep, spring, summer, time, winter
Posted by Brad Osborne on July 30, 2022 · 9 Comments
Greenery remains aloft
As yet to take the plunge
And dapples mountain far as soft
As painter’s well-worn sponge
Posted by Brad Osborne on May 23, 2022 · 11 Comments
Thoughts fall like bombs,
Rippling the plane of my existence…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with beauty, bombs, crashing, dreams, fall, gravity, over-thinking, pain, poem, Poetry, random, silence, thinking, thoughts, unanswered
Posted by Brad Osborne on August 14, 2021 · 20 Comments
Leaves fall like flakes of gold and bronze,
Tumbling through the cool autumn air…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with autumn, colors, dreams, fall, fauna, flora, life, poem, Poetry, seasons, sleep, spring, summer, time, winter
Posted by Brad Osborne on July 26, 2021 · 18 Comments
Thoughts fall like bombs,
Rippling the plane of my existence…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with beauty, bombs, crashing, dreams, fall, gravity, over-thinking, pain, poem, Poetry, random, silence, thinking, thoughts, unanswered
Posted by Brad Osborne on July 21, 2021 · 21 Comments
Greenery remains aloft
As yet to take the plunge
And dapples mountain far as soft
As painter’s well-worn sponge
Posted by Brad Osborne on November 18, 2019 · 9 Comments
Cornfields tall cut short by farmer’s scythe,
Frost greeting each long-shadowed sunrise,
Days seem to be but a flashing of light,
Before again the cold and dark of night.
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with autumn, change, fall, lament, passing of time, poem, poems, Poetry, seasons, strict form poetry, winter
Posted by Brad Osborne on October 17, 2019 · 5 Comments
The last sip of lukewarm coffee
Dying fire turns to ember
Woolen cap pulled down tightly
Against winds of December
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with beauty, campfire, camping, fall, mountain, night, outdoors, poem, Poetry, strict form poetry, vista, winter
Posted by Brad Osborne on October 2, 2019 · 1 Comment
The twilight comes too fast now
Midday sun not near as high
Season running out somehow
Cooler wind in cloudless sky
Filed under Poetry, Reading for Riders · Tagged with bikers, fall, motorcycles, motorcycling, night, one headlight, open road, poem, poerty, riders, short days, strict form poetry, two wheels
Posted by Brad Osborne on September 10, 2019 · 11 Comments
Greenery remains aloft
As yet to take the plunge
And dapples mountain far as soft
As painter’s well-worn sponge
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