Tag Archives: Rhymes

THINGS COME IN THREES

Posted on February 15, 2018 by elainedanforth

Three blind mice. . . tic tac toe. . . Things come in threes roll off the tongue with clever rhythm, grace and ease, though’s said that three counts up to crowd, in issues touching belles and beaux. Ergo, seems … Continue reading →

Posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry | Tagged Ease, Grace, Meetings, Music, Repetition, Rhymes, Rhythm, Rote, Three's a crowd, Threes, Wind chimes | Leave a comment

THE SHIFT TO WINTER TIME

Posted on November 4, 2014 by elainedanforth

The shift to Winter Time. . . a stiff adjustment when bliss of habit (or maybe just encrustment) that’s begot more offspring than a rabbit, must we excavate painstakingly and kiss goodbye, (dagnabbit!), for as we check our wrist to … Continue reading →

Posted in Autumn, Poetic Musing (Longer Poems), Poetry, Seasons, Winter | Tagged Adjustment, Autumn, Begot, Bliss, Choice, Confusion, Dagnabbit!, Earshot, Encrust, Ever, Excavate, Flee, Flocks, Fly, Gaze, Geese, Goodbye, Habit, Heart, Kiss, LIstening, Minds, Move, Muse, Offspring, Painstakingly, Pause, Pondering, Prehistory, Present, Rabbit, Reason, Rhymes, Seasons, Shift, Slowly, Stars, Stiff, Summer, Time, To wind, Turn blue, View, Wandering, Warmer climes, Winter, Wintering, Wrist | Leave a comment

Tag Archives: Rhymes

THINGS COME IN THREES

THE SHIFT TO WINTER TIME

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