The Crystal Lithium (James Schuyler Poems)
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beachEve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when ...
Poems about blacktop (17 Poems)
The Bite of the Shovel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The soft snow giving the bite of the shovel catching the sand thrown covering the sidewalk the blacktop frozen glaze ...
Naming a Fragrance (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The subtle, profound, the pungent, sweet, soft, loud, ornate naming a fragrance, of the variations of lilac scents the soft ...
Living Cold (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Cold, falling down, from the snow banks, still too high rimming the lot, cold, palpable like a wave, like a ...
The liniment of work (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My back, my muscles loosening, becoming limber applying the liniment of work the rhythmic motion, the shovel biting in the ...
In Wonder at the White (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A row of children standing still, mouths agape a single line, rimming the schoolyard berm at the edge of the ...
Little Secrets (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I noticed her standing there, leaning into his ear, to share a little secret focused on their conversation, from afar ...
Herding Sheep (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe not as bad as herding cats wrangling felines, not that tough the not yet awake children a bit more ...
Ribbons of Children (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Amid the controlled chaos the schoolyard, playground this morning ribbons of children, running, skipping, dancing over the blacktop, being children, ...
A Clump of Daffodils (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A clump of daffodils cups of bright canary atop their swaying stems rising from the gray-brown mulch green and yellow, ...
Deer in the Yard (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Looking our the window there was movement on the edge the edge of the fog of the morning Three deer ...
Smells of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Freshly tilled soil, rot on the forest floor chocolate bubbling on the stove Gardenias, violets, garlic breath Sulphur of the ...
The First Shall Be Last (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The lined up on the far side the edge of the parking area, tires in the oak leaves I had ...
Summer Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A break in the heat away from the front no thunder, no lightning, just rain, warm rain falling near dusk ...
Reds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rich vibrant, living color Dying on the branch In glory as I drive by A canopy over my way Or ...
Gray to Green (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
People, random strangers Cool stores Hot blacktop Eyes turn Crackle with energy, anticipation Furtive glances to the horizon, Instinctively knowing ...
Colors Passing Through Us (Marge Piercy Poems)
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the ...