Alexander Menke Poems

Light green and gray round spots stain the oaks' bark;
Showing plain the dappled cold October color-mark.
Breezes blow, and chat with leaves, painted by sunlight,
so many greens, warm browns, and rich dark reds.
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The forest sleeps, Rest here my love.
Sad yellow leaves float aimless down
To earth, whose color turns warmly brown.
Stone grey limbs, quiet, cold, tell the sycamore's grief.
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The age of man's life is defined
By the softness and width of his smile,
And the freshness and breadth of his mind.
The essence and good of life's mile
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When it's tired time
The kitchen door opens; and stress
Is gone. A soft smile sublimely
Warms my heart. When our lips are pressed-
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