Mary Havran

Rookie (1950 / Ohio)

Mary Havran Poems

1. Zpt #5 A Single Flower 1/15/2008
2. Top Ten Reasons I Would Make A Lousy Poetry Critic 3/18/2008
3. Zpt #1 Birth Of A New Day 1/14/2008
4. Zpt #2 Hope 1/14/2008
5. Zz Vapid Versus Viper 1/31/2008
6. Zpt #3 There Is More 1/14/2008
7. Zpt #4 More Than Summer 1/14/2008
8. Haiku ~ Passion Flower 3/19/2008
9. Spring Flowers ~ Irises 3/16/2008
10. Haiku ~ Legend Of The Dogwood 3/19/2008
11. Zz American Political Stanzas (President's Day) 2/18/2008
12. . Nit Picker Perjury 3/27/2008
13. Observer’s Dilemma 3/18/2008
14. Hollow Holidays (Acrostic) 12/9/2007
15. Zpt #5 A Single Flower (Repost) 2/4/2008
16. .thunderstorm Providence 3/18/2008
17. Spring Flowers ~ Hyacinths 3/16/2008
18. It Matters Not To The Red Wheelbarrow 2/12/2008
19. Who Writes The Most Poems Wins? 11/7/2007
20. What Else Died With Bobby? (Memorial To A Dream) 2/18/2008
21. Spring Flowers ~ Daffodils & Jonquils 3/16/2008
22. Haiku ~ Sand Dollar 3/19/2008
23. Suffer The Children 3/4/2008
24. Fire On The Ridge 10/23/2007
25. Wise Men Still Find Him 12/10/2007
26. Zy A Mousetrap (A Fable ~ Author Unknown) 2/17/2008
27. Late Snow 3/19/2008
28. Zz Border Collies Dilemma Or Lessons Of A Working Dog Br Humourous Prose 3/17/2008
29. How Brave To Leave A 1 Instead Of Stating Your Case 2/18/2008
30. Spring Flowers ~ Crocus 3/16/2008
31. Gray Eggs And Ham Br (In Memory Of Tommy) 3/21/2008
32. Reflections On A Recurring Dream 11/6/2007
33. Garden Of Choice 12/4/2007
34. Godsends 3/4/2008
35. Envy Exposed 2/27/2008
36. Calling Out 3/6/2008
37. Synchronal 12/4/2007
38. On That Friday 3/19/2008
39. Caught Up 2/15/2008
40. Wordplay With Marshmallows 12/28/2007
Best Poem of Mary Havran

Before The Dawn

Before dawn wind rushes
driving night’s chill westward
so vestiges of darkness
send shivers along my spine.
Facing east I fight
cold’s piercing urge to wince,
and huddled await morn’s blush.
No wind or cold may dissuade
my eyes from pending purchase
of that precious brief pink palette,
clouds trimmed in rosy piping
which dress the sky at dawn.

Read the full of Before The Dawn

Crimson Cymbals

The clash of colors that surrounds
stuns the sense, breaks the bounds.
My mind instructs my eyes' belief
challenged now by every leaf.

Crisp-aired heavens don a hue
transpiring primary blue.
Summer greens cease dominate
to autumn pallet abdicate.

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