A New Year Begun (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
This day, a new year begun Advent, the season of waiting slowing our pace, even amid the holiday bustle starting ...
This day, a new year begun Advent, the season of waiting slowing our pace, even amid the holiday bustle starting ...
Brightly colored, beautifully wrapped it sits waiting for us A gift beyond measure given long ago for each and every ...
The potter shapes the clay each one a precious creature unique and set apart known from before forming from within ...
I saw his head coming through the crowd, the throng of many colors. A brightly colored, garish, basketball as a ...
Utter incongruity jarred my drive to the coffeehouse My eye pulled to the cluster of prom dresses, dapper Dan's, bright ...
Spots opened without notice, without attribution the candies, elements of the gingerbread house disappeared clapboards, gutters shrubs, roof, dismantled Stealthy ...
Places of solace, of sanctuary, isolation, of refuge Places out alone alone in spaces places in nature by the still ...
The sun drops behind the shore, The sky aglow. Nightfall on the water. I pull and push The canoe away ...
A mat of green, burgundy, and brown Covered the skin of the once open water Of the marsh, cut off ...
A range of mountains Hues of plum, rose, and rust hover above the terrestrial hills cloaked in winter's gray, brown, ...
The women-folk are like to books,-- Most pleasing to the eye, Whereon if anybody looks He feels disposed to buy. ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
Winter uses all the blues there are. One shade of blue for water, one for ice, Another blue for shadows ...
Knows he who tills this lonely field To reap its scanty corn, What mystic fruit his acres yield At midnight ...
The flock of pigeons rises over the roof, and just beyond them, the shimmering asphalt fields gather their dull colored ...
On the World you colored Morning painted rose -- Idle his Vermillion Aimlessly crept the Glows Over Realms of Orchards ...
Delight is as the flight -- Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say -- The Rainbow's ...
And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning rose Early and sere, its ...
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow, the distinguishable flakes blowing sideways, looked like krill fleeing ...
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds ...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
a novel by Richard Brautigan THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in America is ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
I heard an echo in a hollow place. No sound of blowing wind or drifting sand, some ancient voice was ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
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