Touching Her Face (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like gloved hands at the summer cotillion so were the petals of the sun touching her face, oh so delicately, ...
Like gloved hands at the summer cotillion so were the petals of the sun touching her face, oh so delicately, ...
The sun began to shine the petals unfurled precise order, sequence regimented, controlled synchronized blooming set down in the genetic ...
In the late afternoon, early evening moments before the dusk mist falling in the still courtyard of the busy church ...
Ace of spades, in living flesh, silken skin of the shy tulip Petals praying clasped together for the warming rays ...
Fragrance to match pallets of colors thrown together on the mouse ears of the petals bright smells intoxicating in their ...
Royal, rich, deep purple brilliant luminous petals drink the pulse of light from the fleeting flash burn the fragrant color ...
A red, red rose, posing in the vase on the counter a reminder of the beauty of summer of the ...
Just fallen petals in the wet green grass shimmering in the late afternoon filtered sunlight after the rain rich color, ...
Wet red blooms catching the sunlight drinking in the color, overwhelm the senses rich smooth velvety red crimson flowers bursting ...
Reaching, cupping the water, the air, cool after the shower tempting hummingbirds petals curled to lure and entice lavender, pastel ...
A shimmering glow captured even by the digital lens seeing the light shining off the soft petals, capturing the motion ...
A walk in spring to calm interview nerves smell of dogwood a burst of soft color, if pastels can burst, ...
Forsythia blooms plucked from the bush a sudden jolt back to when I was six walking to kindergarten petals curl ...
A tree's leaves may be ever so good, So may its bar, so may its wood; But unless you put ...
The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of ...
You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can ...
Two lovers by a moss-grown spring: They leaned soft cheeks together there, Mingled the dark and sunny hair, And heard ...
On being asked, Whence is the flower? In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Rose, harsh rose, marred and with stint of petals, meagre flower, thin, sparse of leaf, more precious than a wet ...
She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind -- A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find ...
Bloom upon the Mountain -- stated -- Blameless of a Name -- Efflorescence of a Sunset -- Reproduced -- the ...
Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers ...
They dropped like Flakes -- They dropped like Stars -- Like Petals from a Rose -- When suddenly across the ...
To the tune of "Happy Event Is Nigh" The wind ceases; fallen flowers pile high. Outside my screen, petals collect ...
To the tune "Courtyard Filled with Fragrance" Fragrant grass beside the pond green shade over the hall a clear cold ...
To the tune of "Lamentation" It was far into the night when, intoxicated, I took off my ornaments; The plum ...
Out of the seething cauldron of my woes, Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung; Where charmed music gathered ...
Out of the seething cauldron of my woes, Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung; Where charmed music gathered ...
There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar, a rose like Sharon's, lovely as her name. The world forgot ...
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