Gossamer Thoughts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words coming for a moment gathering gossamer thoughts little pearls out of the air writing them down, while they ...
The words coming for a moment gathering gossamer thoughts little pearls out of the air writing them down, while they ...
The beauty of the ordered world the turn of the growing leaf the whisper in the wind bright sunshine on ...
Like webs with dew drops glistening in the morning invisible later vanishing utterly when the sun burns them away So ...
The light of the morning so fast and changing the sky lit up, brilliant dancing before my eyes Gossamer yellows, ...
Images flowing, deep within my memory coming forth in words together as if I am there again in moments of ...
After getting home driving in the gossamer snow the dance of the crystals falling in the air accumulating on the ...
What the hands of God be to craft the wings of butterflies, the gossamer of clouds the clay of human ...
the fog rising from the skin of the lake joining my breath, visible, glinting in the early fall morning light ...
In the early morning after the girls were safe at school the sun rising slowing over the autumn morn' The ...
Gossamer dancers more spirit and light pure white brushed upon the azure sky sketched, stenciled, a moving ballet clean lines ...
Looking to the right, to the left silver lawns, richly blessed loving rain, heavy dew fog resting on the grass, ...
Gossamer thin, no weight, substance illusory walls, within our minds puffed up differences, most skin deep Setting us apart, keeping ...
When we fear, when we question, when we are nervous our lives out of control, unregulated, at the whim of ...
Published on the internet ephemeral, lasting are my words fleeting moments in the web typing on gossamer strands, threads lines ...
Tiny, perfect pearls hovering on gossamer strands woven in the evergreens in front of the church this morning jewels of ...
Like a deep rich fog so is the grace of God ever present in our lives touching us, caressing us ...
Writing is so much about seeing the words, the constellations, points of light against the black sky, the mind's eye ...
a cluster of open milkweed pods brown flat seeds, a ball of cotton candy silk waiting for the wind, to ...
We gathered, in a circle in the Parlor of the church gathering to study your word, the message in the ...
canaries in the mineshaft modern signs, metaphors, harbingers the web on the brink corals in decline icecaps melting deserts growing ...
Did you see it, feel it did you stop and notice soak it in, taste it? I paused, scanned The ...
A glint of gossamer Single strand, Bowed in the wind Tethered to branch and bench Undulating, snapping Refracting when still ...
History, my history fighting to come out, exploit my voice Document and catalog shards of my life snapshots, senses, feelings ...
Gossamer bags Clutched in the treetops Drink the morning dew Glisten in the early light Tent caterpillar homes, now vacant ...
A prayer hidden and silent Stones submerged by winter's blanket Covered and cold beneath the grip of frost If they ...
I went to Heaven -- 'Twas a small Town -- Lit -- with a Ruby -- Lathed -- with Down ...
Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
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