Black Feathers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The juxtaposition the black upon white drawing me to it this strange sight Black feathers covered in white the crow ...
The juxtaposition the black upon white drawing me to it this strange sight Black feathers covered in white the crow ...
The final stones gathered placed where they are needed finishing the circle the symmetry complete The trees rimmed matching the ...
Standing on water buoyed by your love even when the winds make some standing confidently knowing you can hold me ...
Seemingly wet, alive dripping, overflowing saturated with new color each flower giving, sharing pouring out, into the wings more than ...
The yellow swallowtail elegant butterfly moving dancing on the humid air flitting to the garden Coming to alight, resting perching ...
The strider skating like the Apollo lunar lander standing in the moon dust leaving a mere impression Standing on the ...
As certain of the strider counting on the surface tension to buoy it up on its feet We are to ...
By the flowerbed the violets sheltered already blooming movement catching my eye The honeybee early working as it does gathering ...
In the city block, right behind downtown two might maples in their backyard Walking home from school dropping off the ...
God, always with us ready to reach out to us in our brokenness, our doubt in moments of joy or ...
Looking out into the backyard, over the shoulder of one of our cats, The stranger year without snow the warmth ...
In the moment, the instance opening the candle so much of her her favorite scent her bridal bouquet growing in ...
Under the snow the prayers in the ground the words, the hopes, the petitions laid down Covered, by the snow ...
The window open next to me early May morning in the office three of the kittens, all the boys squeezed ...
As night fell, heavy so did the snow, light dancing, twirling, shimmering, flickering, the street lights, the light from our ...
Spend time in the vineyard, the field, the dark places of this world, the orchard, the valley, using our gifts, ...
Little bits of memories, most over forty years old bouncing up against one another spilling into my present consciousness a ...
An epiphany moment, tears in the backyard for his moment, opening his heart to the ever-present grace of our living, ...
If it wasn't for the dent he would be making in their budget his antics would be all the more ...
It sat carefully on the one-inch thick pine board Dials and coils and resistors combined to catch sound from the ...
Meticulous was the word That came to mom and me Simultaneously to describe Dad and how he approached almost Everything ...
A hole in the wall shop, Counter and seller Plastic cups and pitchers A bit of rum, a bunch of ...
Have you ever stood in backwash worms? Worms and night crawlers that come to the surface of your yard? when ...
if you believe nothing is always what's left after a while, as I did, If you believe you have this ...
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can drive you to despair, it is a monumental nonsense; in my defence I hadn't ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
After yesterday afternoon's blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from leaves and twigs ...
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