Rice Paper Maples (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The leaves of last autumn bled all their colors like rice paper maples not yet on the ground Illumined like ...
Poems about maples (31 Poems)
In Reds and Yellow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In reds and yellows in greens and orange God sharing autumn with us in the colors of the leaves So ...
The Grace of Maples (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God's grace awash with color showering down on us even in their dying The maples singing all of creation alive ...
With Some Green Remaining (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The blazing yellow offset against the white the black outlines the birch before its sleeping With some green remaining ribbing ...
More than the Others (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The maples a palette a range of colors more than the others the trees of autumn offering witness to the ...
A Witness to Our Future (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Shining like the maples brightly in autumn the greens transformed in colors of the rainbow singing joyously praises to the ...
Behind the screen of the maples (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The pool vernal hiding in the new leaves behind the screen of the maples obscured from ready view Hiding, bashful ...
Humid, Before I am Ready (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The morning sticky moisture coming, rising on my brow my forehead, almost without exertion calling for the tissue to mop ...
Tapping His Yard (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the city block, right behind downtown two might maples in their backyard Walking home from school dropping off the ...
The Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Running for coffee out to the car, still night The sound of the wind in the maples, losing their leaves ...
Under the Leaves (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Under the leaves, the stems the broad, dark-summer maples little pearls, half-droplets like upside-down bell curves heavy droplets stirring shaking, ...
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, ...
A Rain of Color (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A rain of color, the leaves of the maples, different kinds, red, sugar, swamp, all torquing, canting, twisting, inexorably, to ...
Long After the Bog (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking around the parkway, cut through the wooded place long after this land was a lake, long after the bog ...
Weeding in our Garden (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Finding the tares, the weeds the grasses, the ragweed, milkweed and plantain, growing, thriving in the lilies, the beds, the ...
Red over White (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A hillside, white birch, maples, poplar red patina, wash overlaid over the white, the gray buds erupting, a hillside ablaze ...
Oaks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the rains, the cold heavy fall rains, there was a different forest, a change shades of brown, of yellow, ...
Gumdrop Maples (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like nothing other than gumdrops the rounded tops of the colorful maples adorned the side of the street on our ...
Hidden Deer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Driving in New England on these fall days with brown oak leaves on the ground of the forests, I keep ...
Smoked Syrup (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Buckets and buckets of sap, culled from willing maples pouring into the vat the cauldron atop the old, crumbling outdoor ...
Out in the woods (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A space in the dark untrammeled woods Off the path Under the watch of maples and birch A bed of ...
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 ...
My playmates (Eugene Field Poem)
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
A Boundless Moment (Robert Frost Poem)
He halted in the wind, and--what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there ...
The Bear (Robert Frost Poem)
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover ...
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 ...
Good-by and Keep Cold (Robert Frost Poem)
This saying good-by on the edge of the dark And the cold to an orchard so young in the bark ...
Dear March — Come in — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Dear March -- Come in -- How glad I am -- I hoped for you before -- Put down your ...
Behind the Arras (Bliss Carman Poem)
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Wednesday (Marvin Bell Poem)
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...