A line of tracks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
As if they were ants walking across the expanse the frozen field a line of tracks in single file left ...
Poems about rte (31 Poems)
Haystacks in the Woods (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Hidden after springtime the budding of the trees unseen in the summer until they lose their leaves Haystacks in the ...
Meringue of Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the warming weather the snow melting somewhat not merely powder wrapping around the rocks The white in the river ...
Marshmallow Frosting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The black rocks in the river the icebergs exposed seeming topped with a frozen confection with marshmallow frosting camouflaged as ...
Mushrooms of Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The piles on the granite rocks in the river the heavy first snowfall melting in the weather Their sides eaten ...
Puddles on the Ice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The dry snow of this week in the hot sun puddles on the ice the surface aglow The lake frozen ...
Rice Paper Fingers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The hands of the ferns translucent in the melting the frost bleeding to water soon to be gone Standing erect ...
Cut with safety scissors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The shape of the ferns rounded, lobed edges paper-bag-brown damp in their drying frost turning to vapor rising in the ...
Ferns – Haiku (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Ferns near to the edge the border, the field, the wood the dappled shadow October 21, 2010 on the drive ...
Translucent – Haiku (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The ferns alive, clear translucent before dying almost like windows. October 21, 2010 on the drive from home to Pembroke ...
Translucent Ferns (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The melting frost ablaze in the warming the wetness of the morning changing the light The ferns turned from green ...
Frost on the Fields (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Frost on the fields draped on the weeds the milkweed, the bramble the vines, the reeds casting shadows in the ...
Like Cotton Bolls Bursting (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The frost, alive in white aglow on the milkweeds erupting in flight in the bright autumn sun ablaze in glory ...
Rising from the Fields (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not so much as water steam, fog rising from waters still in the warming of the morning From frost rising ...
Pinewood Derby (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The precision, I remember his motions helping me create the car the weight we added Balancing the shape the aerodynamics ...
a balsa plane (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The shape of the wood changing under my touch turning the block the square becoming a cylinder making a balsa ...
A Frozen Pond (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Going off into the distance the ice still solid, frozen the reeds little islands up through the February thawing the ...
Looking into the Green Mist (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
driving north on the interstate verdant fields and forest beside me looking, ever expectantly, into the green mist, the present ...
Screens of Green (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
planes of the forest, the marsh, the meadows long grasses, ferns, green upon the waters cat o' nine tails, pines, ...
Oak, Pine, and Grasses (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Shades of browns, driving by mile on mile, below the greens of the pines oak, pine, and grasses, leaves, needles, ...
Footprints in the Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The wind, waves, in the frozen surface dark and light, sculptured, textured like footprints in the snow a herd of ...
Tails (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a small patch, a cluster cattails in the median glowing, glistening December sun, midday Ready to burst open like milkweed ...
Reaching Out (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A birch, fallen, extending reaching out, over the still-running water the bank starting to freeze, the water moving down below ...
Blank Space (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Blank space, stripped up to about my shoulder all bare, up to where they can reach once the winter snow ...
Granite Hay Bales (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The field, positioned, placed granite hay bales, as if harvested grown from the soil, the crop of the farmer bundled ...
Snow between the rows (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Snow, a melting dusting layered, in the December sun mud, ruts, the stubble snow between the rows, the stalks the ...
Who Do You Say that I Am? (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I am; who do you say I am? I am asking not who they say I am I am asking ...
Spectral Fishermen (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A shadowlike pair fraternal twins on the western bank of the Sugar River one white, one seemingly gray in the ...
Tilling in the Field (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A motorized voyeur Driving down the road By the farm At the cusp of autumn A figure toiling in the ...
Rolling Stone (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like an army general on parade reviewing the troops in the convoy tooling down the highway into battle I drove ...