Leon (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He walked the streets of the old mill town long past the heyday of his life heavy soles on his ...
He walked the streets of the old mill town long past the heyday of his life heavy soles on his ...
The oak leaf freshly fallen dry against the wet payment caught where it fitfully was perched before being grasped, propelled ...
Touched by the Holy Spirit descending like a dove, before the voice of God spoke identifying him for all All ...
I saw a glimpse today of the shining city on the hill, the city with the streets of gold high ...
It was the white breast of the raptor, stoic in the aged tree sitting motionless, drinking in the light of ...
A late dandelion plant too late for flowers, growing pushing through the tiny bit of soil held in place between ...
Poised and perched regal raptors on display in the open air fallen fliers, bandaged and mended saved to teach us ...
canaries in the mineshaft modern signs, metaphors, harbingers the web on the brink corals in decline icecaps melting deserts growing ...
The sun drops behind the shore, The sky aglow. Nightfall on the water. I pull and push The canoe away ...
Paper wasp Collected Mounted Perched on a pin Against old barn board Through the thorax Metal spear Poised as in ...
Was it 12(g) that governed My studies tonight Use all my tools now, Spread before me, Or lose them later ...
Under the flat board The second rail Of the fence By the walk, Above the drop To the brook - ...
Perched and posed for viewing in your shop smooth and feminine cool metal and shine Bow and breast subtle calf ...
In the bramble at the edge of the lawn Before the woods, Where pillows of snow perched in winter Green ...
We are perched, walking on the edge of an errant planet, off-kilter and dizzy wobbling off course in its orbit ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
Evening colors linger on mountain paths. Out beyond this study perched over River Gate, At the cliff's edge, frail clouds ...
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
Thou dost not fly, thou art not perched, The air is all around: What is it that can keep thee ...
Here comes Kate Summers, who, for gold, Takes any man to bed: "You knew my friend, Nell Barnes," she said; ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on ...
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
FROM his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up ...
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