Gradual Clearing (Amy Clampitt Poems)
Late in the day the fogwrung itself out like a spongein glades of rain,sieving the half-invisiblecove with speartips;then, in a ...
Poems about milkweed (21 Poems)
Sylvia (Clinton Scollard Poems)
Sylvia's hair is like the night,Touched with glancing starry beams;Such a face as drifts thro' dreams,This is Sylvia to the ...
February: Thinking of Flowers (Jane Kenyon Poem)
Now wind torments the field, turning the white surface back on itself, back and back on itself, like an animal ...
September (Helen Hunt Jackson Poem)
1 The golden-rod is yellow; 2 The corn is turning brown; 3 The trees in apple orchards 4 With fruit ...
Frost on the Fields (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Frost on the fields draped on the weeds the milkweed, the bramble the vines, the reeds casting shadows in the ...
Ragged Wool (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
ragged wool hanging the wet milkweed seeds tethered, connected moored in their pods tied still to the ground Hovering limp, ...
Shadows of Gossamer Down (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the early morning after the girls were safe at school the sun rising slowing over the autumn morn' The ...
Eyes to See (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Would that we would each, all of us, especially me, would have eyes, clear eyes that would seek out, that ...
Tails (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a small patch, a cluster cattails in the median glowing, glistening December sun, midday Ready to burst open like milkweed ...
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 ...
Milkweed Bouquet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a bloom of tongues, tasting the fall air, a shepherd's hook of a milkweed plant heavy pod drawn to ...
Cold this Morning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was cold this morning, cut into you cold my open suit coat, thin dress white shirt not quite up ...
Waiting for the Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
a cluster of open milkweed pods brown flat seeds, a ball of cotton candy silk waiting for the wind, to ...
Walking to the Courthouse (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking to the courthouse to make copies for a pending case no urgent brisk walk for arguments, for the challenge ...
Morning Drive (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A skin of frost on the ground, in the branches, the yellowed fields film of ice on the pond low ...
Frozen Fog (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Early Sunday morning leaving the highway Sparkles off the shoulder draw our gaze Light refracting and pulsing new frost clinging ...
Alan Dugan Telling Me I Have A Problem With Time (Nick Flynn Poem)
He reads my latest attempt at a poem and is silent for a long time, until it feels like that ...
On The Skeleton Of A Hound (James Wright Poems)
Nightfall, that saw the morning-glories float Tendril and string against the crumbling wall, Nurses him now, his skeleton for grief, ...
Implications of One Plus One (Marge Piercy Poems)
Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging, continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten veins of fire deep in the earth ...
The Bee Meeting (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
Polly’s Tree (Sylvia Plath Poems)
A dream tree, Polly's tree: a thicket of sticks, each speckled twig ending in a thin-paned leaf unlike any other ...