Ann Beard (1944 / London. UK)
Poems of Ann Beard
| 1. | A fox. | 10/1/2008 |
| 2. | A Hunters coat. | 4/20/2009 |
| 3. | A Jacaranda Tree. | 1/6/2008 |
| 4. | A kiss. | 12/23/2008 |
| 5. | A lady with cake. | 12/14/2008 |
| 6. | A Letter to My Dad | 8/10/2007 |
| 7. | A Need to belong | 5/15/2012 |
| 8. | A Nightmare. | 2/26/2008 |
| 9. | A Young Poet | 10/18/2009 |
| 10. | All the Gods | 6/28/2012 |
| 11. | Another, s Heart | 10/29/2007 |
| 12. | As I used to be. | 3/30/2008 |
| 13. | Between walls of pale lilac. | 3/4/2008 |
| 14. | Blueness | 9/8/2012 |
| 15. | Change. | 11/4/2007 |
| 16. | Come Close. | 4/14/2008 |
| 17. | CONSTANT MOMENTUM. | 2/16/2013 |
| 18. | Dear Friend | 5/17/2009 |
| 19. | Death. | 5/1/2011 |
| 20. | Degree of Fear | 3/15/2008 |
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A Jacaranda Tree.
A Jacaranda tree stands tall, and sways as if to say,
Look! At this magnificence, I’m wearing blue today.
forgive the way I shout aloud, my lack of modesty,
but nowhere in this troubled world is finery like me.
Light rays slide between each leaf, to settle on the tips
to lightly kiss your face with a hundred million tiny lips.
You only have to lift your eyes to greet the filtered sun
a sight I guarantee will warm the heart of everyone.