A Leaf on the Ground (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A spasm, a burst, a splash clear, discrete, jarring color contrast of red on green before the slide fully into ...
Poems about maple (34 Poems)
Cold Snap (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Air a bit cooler, a bit clearer brighter blue in the sky more defined clouds, white shadows longer Full oak ...
The Master’s Palette (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
A blue sky of autumn Red maple leaves, frost on the window rust on the tractor left too long in ...
Tastes of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sweet maple syrup, bitter radish, salad greens Tart lemon, juicy fruits Sour rhubarb, creamy sauces Raw meat, flaky fish rich ...
A Skim of Ice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The red, red maple leaves festooned with pearls of ice tiny droplets frozen on the fallen the dying red leaves, ...
Raining Leaves (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wet dull brown oak leaves red maple, yellow birch, fell in showers, amidst the big secondary rain drops under the ...
Falls (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Back out into the wet woods Walking and hiking But always looking, watching, Searching for that one moment when the ...
Planner (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the dirt in the space under the pines A town planner toils roads and structures stone walls of gravel ...
In Praise of Taciturn Yankees (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Quiet, stoic granite men Long in the land and happy for the stillness, The solitude of the ancient hayfield, the ...
A Ripeness of Winter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Frozen in her icy grasp captured in the frigid stillness coated by layer on layer a blanket of white, of ...
A Carpet of Clover (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the small space the spare bedroom-sized place between the maple tree and the shrub, just beyond the dandelion patch ...
The peter-bird (Eugene Field Poem)
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
The Testimony Of Light (Carolyn Forche Poem)
Our life is a fire dampened, or a fire shut up in stone. --Jacob Boehme, De Incarnatione Verbi Outside everything ...
Symbol (Robert Francis Poem)
The winter apples have been picked, the garden turned. Rain and wind have picked the maple leaves and gone. The ...
Dreaming of Li Po (Tu Fu Poem)
After the separation of death one can eventually swallow back one's grief, but the separation of the living is an ...
The Wood-Pile (Robert Frost Poem)
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, ...
Evening in a Sugar Orchard (Robert Frost Poem)
From where I lingered in a lull in march outside the sugar-house one night for choice, I called the fireman ...
The Onset (Robert Frost Poem)
Always the same, when on a fated night At last the gathered snow lets down as white As may be ...
Maple (Robert Frost Poem)
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
Three Ha’Pence a Foot (Marriott Edgar Poems)
I'll tell you an old-fashioned story That Grandfather used to relate, Of a joiner and building contractor; 'Is name, it ...
To Bessie Drennan (Mark Doty Poem)
Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her ...
The Ancestral Dwelling (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
What shall I do when the Summer troubles — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
What shall I do when the Summer troubles -- What, when the Rose is ripe -- What when the Eggs ...
The Gentian weaves her fringes (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The Gentian weaves her fringes -- The Maple's loom is red -- My departing blossoms Obviate parade. A brief, but ...
The morns are meeker than they were (Emily Dickinson Poem)
The morns are meeker than they were -- The nuts are getting brown -- The berry's cheek is plumper -- ...
The Eavesdropper (Bliss Carman Poem)
In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming ...
A Creature Catechism (Bliss Carman Poem)
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
The Maple Tree (John Clare Poem)
The Maple with its tassell flowers of green That turns to red, a stag horn shapèd seed Just spreading out ...
Directions (Billy Collins Poem)
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
Elegy: Walking the Line (Edgar Bowers Poem)
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...