New Life (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Under the leaf litter the matted grass green shoots new life, pushing skyward out of the awakening earth the cycle ...
Under the leaf litter the matted grass green shoots new life, pushing skyward out of the awakening earth the cycle ...
It will surely come growing in ways mysterious unknowable, how the seed becomes the grain hidden first underground then in ...
Their honks and squeaks called her, caused her she raised her head skyward from north to south they passed over ...
Driving home, October noontime a hawk to my left, above the tree line, catching the thermals off the highway It ...
A vine, deep rich dark green rising up from the earth living color against the sooted coated rust of the ...
Snap of the willow whip chosen, just the right mix of thick branch, slender tip leave a few leaves at ...
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine ...
This salt-stain spot marks the place where men lay down their heads, back to the bench, and hoist nothing that ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, the crisp air as brittle as new celery snaps with expectancy. The cold clings ...
To the tune of "Like a Dream" I always remember the sunset over the pavilion by the river, so tipsy ...
Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses; Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool; Overhead the sunset fire ...
WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur'd I hear; Labial gossip of night-sibilant chorals; Footsteps gently ascending-mystical breezes, wafted soft and low; ...
Who put that crease in your soul, Davies, ready this fine morning For the staid chapel, where the Book's frown ...
It comes oozing out of flowers at night, it comes out of the rain if a snake looks skyward, it ...
for Moremi, 1963 Earth will not share the rafter's envy; dung floors Break, not the gecko's slight skin, but its ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart, God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
He was an old prospector with a vision bleared and dim. He asked me for a grubstake, and the same ...
The seafarers tell of the Eastern Isle of Bliss, It is lost in a wilderness of misty sea waves. But ...
Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, then I was dead, Though, like a stone, ...
Look at them standing there in authority The pale-faces, As if it could have any effect any more. Pale-face authority, ...
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