Doe Eyes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out of the fog of dusk she stood motionless watching in stillness the rush of human life hurtling past her ...
Out of the fog of dusk she stood motionless watching in stillness the rush of human life hurtling past her ...
First storm of the year thickening sky, heavy air darkening below the blue weight on the limbs the leaves turned ...
A long time from the creation but awhile ago, we, the two of us walked for a moment in the ...
Pulling out of the lot falling into the fog enveloped by its stillness its wet blanket lost to the noise ...
At 1:00 in the morning on a moonlit, starlit night in northern Maine, in the Allagash Wilderness silent strangers, worked ...
I can remember a night a hushed quiet night when I sat and melted in the alabaster air bleed from ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
Board meeting over Stars and clouds call. Alone on the lake, Time to unwind. 11 o'clock under A moonlit sky. ...
Slide, fall into the realm the inky stillness after restless days Wake, fitfully Scraps of memory or Technicolor show Prescience ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point before me A burst of squawks and the Beating of heavy wings ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point before me A burst of squawks and the Beating of heavy wings ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point Burst of squawks and Beating of heavy wings Filled the air The ...
A pause on the bridge, a break in my day, as night came A stop to drink in the murmur, ...
Like a thick cluster of ripe Concord grapes The blueberries hung on the bush Eager for my grasp, their liberation ...
Quiet, stoic granite men Long in the land and happy for the stillness, The solitude of the ancient hayfield, the ...
On a floor of needles and leaves I sat in a cathedral of pine Five trees encircled my prayer Limbs ...
When we let the moments of stillness bleed into us, they are there forever, to recall, even if ephemerally. It ...
A prayer hidden and silent Stones submerged by winter's blanket Covered and cold beneath the grip of frost If they ...
Frozen in her icy grasp captured in the frigid stillness coated by layer on layer a blanket of white, of ...
Listening to the timpani the rhythm of the rain the rap, the tap, the ratta-tat-tat, the staccato of the drumming ...
The fire upon the hearth is low, And there is stillness everywhere, While like winged spirits, here and there, The ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
Nothing stays not even change, That can grow tired of it's own name; The very thought too much for it. ...
A frightening stillness will mark that day And the shadow of streetlights and fire-alarms will exhaust the light All things, ...
I think of thee, when golden sunbeams shimmer Across the sea; And when the waves reflect the moon's pale glimmer, ...
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally ...
These Fevered Days -- to take them to the Forest Where Waters cool around the mosses crawl -- And shade ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories