Gayle Sweeney

Rookie - 21 Points (1955 / USA)

Gayle Sweeney Poems

1. A Blue Jay 10/8/2010
2. A Quiet Night Alone 8/11/2012
3. Zinnias In A Rye Garden 2/3/2012
4. A Red Tulip 12/25/2010
5. A Bird On The Wire 4/20/2011
6. An Appalachian Bowl 2/23/2011
7. Tulips, Too 4/22/2012
8. A Shooting Star 10/5/2010
9. A Butterfly 10/7/2010
10. A Cardinal In Winter 10/7/2010
11. A Winter Night 10/13/2010
12. A Day At Hampton Beach 10/16/2010
13. Summer Dreams 5/15/2012
14. Rick's Garden 6/6/2013
15. To Provence! ! 1/10/2015
16. The Strawberry Moon 10/5/2010
17. The Monarch Butterfly 10/5/2010
18. A Snowman 10/16/2010
19. Sorrow 10/17/2010
20. Grief 10/10/2010
21. Violets 10/5/2010
22. Blue For You 10/7/2010
23. A Bluebird 12/21/2010
24. The Full Moon In August 8/26/2013
25. Love On The Boulevard 9/14/2012
26. Spring In New England 4/29/2011
27. At Margaret's House 12/11/2010
28. America 11/23/2010
29. Old East Woburn Cranberry Bog 10/17/2010
30. The Christmas List - 11/27/2010
31. Fraises Des Bois 3/6/2011
32. Milkweed 10/12/2010
33. Apple Picking Time 10/9/2010
34. The South 11/15/2010
35. My Dear Irish Grandfather 10/26/2010
36. Your Shoes 10/7/2010
37. Talent 10/7/2010
38. Frost On The Glass 10/8/2010
39. The Ruby Throated Hummingbird 10/6/2010
40. Lady Moon 3/20/2011
Best Poem of Gayle Sweeney

A Blue Jay

A blue jay's feathered back holds spots of white clouds
And soft, glistening blue.
Upon its wings is painted days of sapphires
And snowy flurries, too.
I peeked out beyond the open curtain
At the big, flowering rhododendron.
There a bright, silent blue jay landed suddenly.
Amoung our pink fairy blossoms it stopped by me,
Jewelled with patches of rich blue - perhaps a gift
From the azure sky.
We might even think some of pure heaven
Is in flight when blue jays fly.
This dappled blue jay then soon quietly moved from branch to branch
In the green blooming ...

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Daffodils

The pure, springtime symphony of
Yellow daffodils in the skyward garden
Shine at a dancing hour.
A soft, blossomy throng
Besought, are
Those sunny flowers.
Like trumpets coram populo
They play with gold instilled as
This azure day drinks in the songs
Their blooms so gladly peddle.

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