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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Thundering roar turns into scream
as it simply can give no more
push it on a little more
as every bit of thrill obtained
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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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I sit and think of
programs that
assign values to
words that are wrote
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Quarter moon shines down
in dark summer night sky
the cloud slowly go by
in gentle warm breeze
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Frigid white cloud of breath is formed
in cold black darkness at mountains feet
blows away on cool biting wind
as I wait for bright breaking Dawn
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Hard bright stars
in frozen black sky
pin points of color
so far away
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