The Heads Opening (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The necks of the ferns the fiddleheads opening like the wings of butterflies the blood making them rigid the ferns ...
Poems about ferns (31 Poems)
Rice Paper Fingers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The hands of the ferns translucent in the melting the frost bleeding to water soon to be gone Standing erect ...
Cut with safety scissors (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The shape of the ferns rounded, lobed edges paper-bag-brown damp in their drying frost turning to vapor rising in the ...
Ferns – Haiku (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Ferns near to the edge the border, the field, the wood the dappled shadow October 21, 2010 on the drive ...
Translucent – Haiku (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The ferns alive, clear translucent before dying almost like windows. October 21, 2010 on the drive from home to Pembroke ...
Translucent Ferns (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The melting frost ablaze in the warming the wetness of the morning changing the light The ferns turned from green ...
Slowing our steps in the forest (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking along, a community together slowing our steps, the forest before us spending time, lingering there Open to what the ...
Screens of Green (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
planes of the forest, the marsh, the meadows long grasses, ferns, green upon the waters cat o' nine tails, pines, ...
Where Your Ashes Lay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I saw again, the picture where you ashes lay on the frozen, snow-covered ground spread out on the side of ...
Out of the Moist Rich Ground (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The ferns, the moss, the grass rise up, in the shadowed places up out of the moist rich ground adding ...
A Field of Ferns (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Above the bluff, the scar, the clear-cut of the power lines, a forest of pine opens to the north Surrounded ...
Elementary School Ferns (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They were the ferns we could draw when we were little like turkeys made from hand stencils elementary school ferns ...
A Cathedral of Pine (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
On a floor of needles and leaves I sat in a cathedral of pine Five trees encircled my prayer Limbs ...
The Mountain (Robert Frost Poem)
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
A Servant to Servants (Robert Frost Poem)
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
The Return of Albert (Marriott Edgar Poem)
You've 'eard 'ow young Albert Ramsbottom, In the Zoo up at Blackpool one year, With a stick and 'orse's 'ead ...
Albert’s Return (Marriott Edgar Poems)
You've `eard `ow young Albert Ramsbottom At the zoo up at Blackpool one year With a stick with an `orse's ...
Morning Worship (Mark van Doren Poem)
I wake and hearing it raining. Were I dead, what would I give Lazily to lie here, Like this, and ...
The Child and the Mariner (William Henry Davies Poem)
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
The Ancient World (Mark Doty Poem)
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
Hide and Seek (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
All the trees are sleeping, all the winds are still, All the flocks of fleecy clouds have wandered past the ...
Wood Rides (John Clare Poem)
Who hath not felt the influence that so calms The weary mind in summers sultry hours When wandering thickest woods ...
Redolence (Michael Burch Poem)
Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills; cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway; and night bends near, a deepening ...
Tiare Tahiti (Rupert Brooke Poem)
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
The Great Lover (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
Part 6 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
Dream Song 265: I don’t know one damned butterfly from another (John Berryman Poems)
I don't know one damned butterfly from another my ignorance of the stars is formidable, also of dogs & ferns ...
By The Fire-Side (Robert Browning Poem)
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
The Italian In England (Robert Browning Poem)
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...