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 August 8, 2022 · 16 Comments
The sunset pulls colors across the sky,
Like a child pulling salt-water taffy,
Stretching the joy of summer days…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with beach, beauty, beauty of nature, joy, kisses, life, lovers, poem, Poetry, ribbon candy, sigh, summer, sunset, taffy, time
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 29, 2022 · 12 Comments
The sunset pulls colors across the sky,
Like a child pulling salt-water taffy,
Stretching the joy of summer days…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with beach, beauty, beauty of nature, joy, kisses, life, lovers, poem, Poetry, ribbon candy, sigh, summer, sunset, taffy, time
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 August 9, 2021 · 14 Comments
The sunset pulls colors across the sky,
Like a child pulling salt-water taffy,
Stretching the joy of summer days…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with beach, beauty, beauty of nature, joy, kisses, life, lovers, poem, Poetry, ribbon candy, sigh, summer, sunset, taffy, time
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 September 14, 2020 · 28 Comments
This giver of life,
Now burns it away,
Oh, the love of night,
On hottest of days…
Filed under Poetry · Tagged with blaze, burning, burnt, fire, heat, heat wave, hot, light, poem, Poetry, red, scorching, strict form poetry, summer, sun
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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