Red Sumac (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A field, not a forest of swaying red of red sumac, warming from yellow to red in the fall air ...
A field, not a forest of swaying red of red sumac, warming from yellow to red in the fall air ...
a cluster of open milkweed pods brown flat seeds, a ball of cotton candy silk waiting for the wind, to ...
We were alone with our thoughts Warm breezes off the southerly ocean murmur of sea foam on a soft expanse ...
A prayer hidden and silent Stones submerged by winter's blanket Covered and cold beneath the grip of frost If they ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Swing high and swing low While the breezes they blow - It's off for a sailor thy father would go; ...
WHERE the pheasant roosts at night, Lonely, drowsy, out of sight, Where the evening breezes sigh Solitary, there stray I. ...
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
It's all a farce,-these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the ...
A Lady red -- amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily ...
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- Another -- on the Roof -- A Half a Dozen kissed the ...
The Grass so little has to do -- A Sphere of simple Green -- With only Butterflies to brood And ...
The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially ...
They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones and said the things I ought to hear then ...
Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it ...
To the tune of "Bodhisattva Aliens" Soft breezes, mild sunshine, spring is still young. The sudden change of the light ...
When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run; Round the earth and ocean blue, His children four ...
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
Ay, workman, make me a dream, A dream for my love. Cunningly weave sunlight, Breezes, and flowers. Let it be ...
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
Music I love - but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine, So grief assuage, so conquer pain, And rouse ...
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