Skeletal Pines (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Weathered gray, sparse even the living limbs skeletal pines, evergreens stripped of excess no pretense, essentials only exposed at the ...
Poems about needles (31 Poems)
In the chapel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
sitting alone, in the back of the sanctuary pines the rafters, blue sky the ceiling more beautiful than the Sistine ...
In the Snowy Woods (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Boots crunching in the soft snow deep tracks even for young companions temperature above freezing Walking into the woods, days ...
Christmas on the Curb (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Corpses piled up on the curb limbs becoming bare in the winter air, shadows of the needles fallen below on ...
Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Layered frosting thick heavy butter cream hanging heavy on the needles the limbs coated in white a mix of marshmallow ...
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 ...
Dew in the Morning – (Resurrection) (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
Dry (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Needles like spring rain cascade down onto the stiff paper the presents around the tree his young arm, tugging on ...
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 ...
Pool Soup – V2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Grass and needles and weeds stirred by arms and sticks in the pink pool in the yard The giggle twins ...
Pool Soup (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Grass and needles and weeds stirred by arms and sticks in the pool in the yar. The giggle twins working ...
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 ...
A Spring Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The world is wet today luxurious, damp, drenched drops hug the leaves, anoint the still budded lilac blossoms before their ...
Samuel Palmer prepares to etch ” The Lonely Tower “. (Ian Emberson Poem)
I must return to that valley of vision, gather again to me flocks, crescent moon and star; God - let ...
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 Foolish Fir-Tree (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow (Emily Dickinson Poem)
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow I could not feel the Anguish go -- But only knew by ...
A Weight with Needles on the pounds (Emily Dickinson Poem)
A Weight with Needles on the pounds -- To push, and pierce, besides -- That if the Flesh resist the ...
On such a night, or such a night, (Emily Dickinson Poem)
On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its ...
The Old Song (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
To Mary (William Cowper Poem)
The twentieth year is well nigh past Since first our sky was overcast;- Ah would that this might be the ...
Clemente’s Images (Robert Creeley Poems)
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
Picnic, Lightning (Billy Collins Poem)
It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. ...
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 ...
Governors On Sominex (David Berman Poem)
It had been four days of no weather as if nature had conceded its genius to the indoors. They'd closed ...
The Fiddling Wood (Stephen Vincent Benet Poem)
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
Part 3 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
While Someone Telephones (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Wasted, wasted minutes that couldn't be worse, minutes of a barbaric condescension. --Stare out the bathroom window at the fir-trees, ...
Womanhood (Catherine Anderson Poem)
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...