William Kofoed Poems

Not all flowers do look nice

Not all flowers do smell good
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The days are growing longer, warmer
The snows are less often, lighter
Soon the storms will turn to rain
And no longer will I need to plow
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How can I teach you to see
the blue of the sky in a hummingbird egg
born to fly as the color does show
or here's the ocean waves
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Bitter night
seventeen degrees
all is covered
in frozen white
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Auburn hair in long waves falls
bright sunlight glistens red highlights
tight ringlet of curls on forehead found
all flows lightly upon the breeze
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Early morning in half light
setting out to bake some bread
getting out the tools all need
shining steel and burning heat
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in the chilling crisp night
with out a stirring trace of breeze
tingling fear of unseen eyes
as my hackles begin to rise
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Loss in indigo darkness
distress coursing through my being
shattered images flowing changing
confusion not understanding what was seen
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blacken clouds like boulders rumble
racing as spears of light flashed down
howling the air rips over the dark darkened land
tearing at all stand before it
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battlements high of cold gray stone
softly lit by rays of sun
there she walks while gazing out
over the slow rolling waves of the sea
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