The Fragrant Buzzing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The apples fallen in the uncut grass under the fragrant canopy the heavy laden branches The apples fallen warm in ...
The apples fallen in the uncut grass under the fragrant canopy the heavy laden branches The apples fallen warm in ...
A living feather cast on the waters blowing by the autumn breeze out onto the surface the wind sending the ...
When I am asked wondering what to say the many extras just get in the way What I want is ...
While raking, mowing gathering them in the yellow, the red, orange leaves the wind blowing, swirling, catching our work in ...
Even as the snow melted, the front of the house, the sidewalk, the driveway, yielding to the warming the heat ...
Light flakes, clusters of powder dancing in the air falling, defying gravity, swirling, spinning, rising puffed up by the side ...
The air whiter, the sky darker heavier flakes, snow falling, more certainly heavier, swirling to the ground a purposeful march, ...
As the storm grew, the flakes fell, the wind rose, the chill set it changing snow, always changing first light, ...
When a brother, a sister one of our neighbors begins to fall, to sink the hands to reach out, Christ's ...
Christ said "oh ye of little faith" to the rock, the foundation of the church how much more, could he ...
The disciples, the followers praying, hiding alone, cloistered hidden in the upper room, set apart waiting, for what they did ...
In every part of creation, the message to those who would hear the love of the creator, the means of ...
Divine living grace swirling around us, watching us as a father with a child playing in the field Waiting, watching, ...
Each moment, each thought, each image before our eyes magical seconds, instances of time revelations of God's grace present now, ...
Five years later, after countless loss, deep sacrifice, of those who answered the call we are still at war still ...
Shy and Shane sat watching the rain a duck waddled by our window pane There was no sun, not anywhere ...
A bit of quiet time me and God, away from the others spending time, listening mostly amidst the prayers and ...
At the end of worship, silence stillness wrapping around each quiet in his thoughts Answering questions asked, and those in ...
Mankind, blind to its own ambitions, its own desires, blind to the consequences global consequences to our choices our hubris, ...
Buckets and buckets of sap, culled from willing maples pouring into the vat the cauldron atop the old, crumbling outdoor ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook that patiently took us into its heart. At ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh ...
There is a child I used to know who sat, perhaps, at this same desk where you sit now, and ...
amidst swirling wine and flickers of silver guests quote Dante, Brecht, Kant and each other. I wait in the hall ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
Opposite me two Germans snore and sweat. Through sullen swirling gloom we jolt and roar. We have been here for ...
Do you believe, in what you see do you believe in reality do you believe in the sun that's bright ...
The cigarette-smoke loops and slides above us, Dipping and swirling as the waiter passes; You strike a match and stare ...
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