The Master’s Palette (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
A blue sky of autumn Red maple leaves, frost on the window rust on the tractor left too long in ...
A blue sky of autumn Red maple leaves, frost on the window rust on the tractor left too long in ...
The jetty changed, when the tide came in turned its course and headed out once more There were pools, caught ...
Little clear puddles atop the forming mud little pools at the edge melting piles of snow browning in the thawing ...
A gray patina, a wash over the day the colors of my vision cold, waiting for December rain rushes, ancient ...
Deep pools of not so still waters Dark water, ready for freezing Kept from doing so by stiff winds Harbingers ...
Crisp hard brown sturdy oak leaves glistened in the small crisp pools after this morning's rain, late fall puddles harvest ...
Tide pools caught in the rocks fishbowls without bubblers waiting for the tide change Microcosm of the sea under glass ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
These pools that, though in forests, still reflect The total sky almost without defect, And like the flowers beside them, ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
It was no place for the faithless, so I felt a little odd walking the marshland with my daughters, Canada ...
It was the Rainbow gave thee birth, And left thee all her lovely hues; And, as her mother's name was ...
Indeed this is the sweet life! my hand Is under no proud man's command; There is no voice to break ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
IN HOLLAND The laggard winter ebbed so slow With freezing rain and melting snow, It seemed as if the earth ...
Although it is night, I sit in the bathroom, waiting. Sweat prickles behind my knees, the baby-breasts are alert. Venetian ...
Whirl up, sea- Whirl your pointed pines. Splash your great pines On our rocks. Hurl your green over us- Cover ...
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair! Some Vision of the World Cashmere -- I confidently see! Or else a ...
I know a place where Summer strives With such a practised Frost -- She -- each year -- leads her ...
I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of ...
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- The hue -- of it -- is Blood -- An Artery ...
Like Rain it sounded till it curved And then I new 'twas Wind -- It walked as wet as any ...
A Prison gets to be a friend -- Between its Ponderous face And Ours -- a Kinsmanship express -- And ...
Before the ice is in the pools -- Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by ...
It was a brave day under an endlessly clear sky that extended forever from our valley to the unfathomably distant ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
I have been spiritually poisoned by the unclean, in ignorance blessed their springs. In consequence I withered and drifted down ...
O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay, They call me and call me to follow them away. ...
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