Bare Ground, no more (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Quickly coming, the curtains of white falling so heavy as the night gives way to bright falling, falling in sheets, ...
Quickly coming, the curtains of white falling so heavy as the night gives way to bright falling, falling in sheets, ...
The lawns returning the ornaments, the features the debris exposed as are the shoots Released from the snow in spring ...
Standing silent white all around in the comfort of my clothing newly warm In the womb of the storm wrapped ...
Coming to tell me of her sister stuck in the snow drift the soft snow of this afternoon perfect for ...
The world alive brilliant in white the azure sky shining back in light So beautiful the storm after its passing ...
Walking around yesterday needing to go out in the warmth of the day not storms about Wanting to see the ...
The world alive brilliant in white the azure sky shining back in light So beautiful the storm after its passing ...
A challenge for the plowman thrown down in as in a duel the road now five feet wider To see ...
Scraping the new snow the crystals sparkling after dropping off the girls preparing for tomorrow The flakes like confectioner's sugar ...
Like those who climbed Everest happy, on the mountain standing on the snow bank looking at the others The three ...
Standing on the mountaintop above the adoring masses they only needed a flag to seal this treasured moment Standing on ...
Under the pines off to my right up ahead illumined below through the mottled sky stones in the snow capped ...
Snow ate Wednesday more inches than predicted piled in dunes of white. January 14, 2011 snowstorm 1/12/2011 Copyright by Raymond ...
Thinking about Your presence Lord the words richly flowing raining down from heaven that we would know your love looking ...
Like silken cocoons waiting for the metamorphosis the cars under the snow in cocoons of white Wondering what they would ...
Like whales beached on the sand covered in the dunes each car, like an archaeological dig ancient Egypt a treasure ...
I didn't pull over stopping on our journey going to grandmother's house to celebrate our Christmas exchanging gifts spending time ...
Hidden after springtime the budding of the trees unseen in the summer until they lose their leaves Haystacks in the ...
In the warming weather the snow melting somewhat not merely powder wrapping around the rocks The white in the river ...
The piles on the granite rocks in the river the heavy first snowfall melting in the weather Their sides eaten ...
Going to the corner away from the house feeling the arms of winter drawing me in A foreboding of snow ...
Soon the walls will be buried the old stone walls under the lichen, the leaves, the needles buried under the ...
Ablaze in the low sun before their dying translucent yellow thin brown page standing at attention catching the light just ...
Going outside this morning the crispness, the bite of the morning quick against my nose in the first breath of ...
Covered in snow the head of the fox still in the shower gathering the snow Its eyes transfixed focused on ...
The calendar says a little early but the dandelions are up the crocuses past their prime soon the lilies will ...
The row on row the clusters, green through the wet ground pushing through the soil giving way to their urgings ...
The lilacs budding, as is the magnolia the ground bare, except for the downed limbs the crocuses coming up through ...
God, always with us ready to reach out to us in our brokenness, our doubt in moments of joy or ...
Not yet feeling the full warming The sun's rays somewhat brighter the bare ground a testimony the promise of the ...
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