Chris Shaw
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A Seasonal Love PoemA Poem by Chris Shawlace caps are a type of hydrangea with very delicate lace like blooms |
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Footprints Left in Sand or SnowA Poem by Chris ShawFar deeper set than those in sandwhich mark a path across a bay,our dearest will not wash away.As imprints left in dampened grainssoon fade when fickl.. |
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Absent StarsA Poem by Chris ShawAnd who has swept the stars awaynot one remains in sight?Too eager with their bristle brushthey've cleaned the sky at night.So all those clustered gem.. |
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Herb Garden BluesA Poem by Chris Shaw(A bit of garden fun) |
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Cassie's SongA Poem by Chris Shaw(Cassie is a name I used for many years on other poetry sites, after my initials) |
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How Green is my Valley?A Poem by Chris ShawUpon this hill brow looking downinto a valley's wide eyed gaze,refreshed by bird song and the sunI see the work of yesterday.Here tractors cut thick m.. |
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Raising The BarA Poem by Chris ShawTo celebrate a new arrival. |
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Ripe and Ready Cherry RedsA Poem by Chris ShawIn my sunlit autumn gardendrenched by warmth of soon lost heat,tumbling down from hanging wicker,ripe for picking, fine to eat.Clusters drooping, loop.. |
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If The World Seems Cold To YouA Poem by Chris ShawIf the world seems cold to youon days when sun burns diamond brightand streams of dazzling golden lightcan't raise your shipwrecked spirits high.When .. |
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Letting The Train Take The StrainA Poem by Chris Shaw(Whoever invented that slogan should be shot at dawn) |
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