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The Road Home Poems

Verlie Burroughs is a west coast writer from Vancouver Island.

The road to work at sunrise...

The road to work at sunrise...

Summer at the Beach

Morning holds its breath,
exhales, ever so slowly,
breathing light. Cloistered
in a cloak of timeless calm.
Starlings rustle in the nest,
Squeaky chirp, soft dawn
wake-up call.

In the evening there is a breeze.
Birds romp in the green boughs
like rocking boats.
Blowy, blousy, banks of buffy clouds
sail on cobalt blue.


A carpet of rose
petals covers garden paths.
Summer unfolding.


Oddly defining,
when the first Alder leaves fall,
one day in July.
Swallows flown. Flowers unfurling.
Half grown kittens scurrying,
underneath the Moon.
Defying gravity.

A Beach Chirpy Dawn

A beach chirpy dawn exhales fragile,
giving heart irresistible joy.
Kissed lightly, musically,
nonsensically, operatically.
Passerine quibbling, robins singing,
thrush, underlying violin,
wending, xylophonic, yin/yang,


The last piece is an abecedarian poem – a poem in which the word choice follows the words/order of the alphabet; written for April poetry month 2019.

The others are just some recent scribbling. I got inspired by my friend Rick's photo taken on his way to work in N. Carolina. Thanks Rick!

© 2019 Verlie Burroughs

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