Falling Light (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The glow of the sunlight outside my office window, warming the backsides of the still-green oak leaves warmer falling light ...
Poems about warming (36 Poems)
Red Sumac (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A field, not a forest of swaying red of red sumac, warming from yellow to red in the fall air ...
A World Came Alive (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The jetty changed, when the tide came in turned its course and headed out once more There were pools, caught ...
The Context of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The beauty of creation is found in the context of creation the story of how we began the world beginning ...
Creation’s Colors (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Indigo is the color of creation heavens, the formless void indigo is for the heavens, a color of creation Blue ...
A Tulip Spade (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Ace of spades, in living flesh, silken skin of the shy tulip Petals praying clasped together for the warming rays ...
Dew on the Tulip (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Perfect droplets cling to the purple skin the liquid flesh of the tulip bloom holding on, for moments more before ...
Cold Rain, Wet Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A cold gray afternoon cocooned indoors, watching the scene change outside, in the colors, the feel, the mood morphing day, ...
New Growth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
new shoots, yearning to grow to gather in March sun, warmth after winter's slumber rising from the good soil the ...
Walking Where He Walked (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sudden epiphany, realization warming of her spirit in the recognition understanding the meaning in the feeling she felt, knowing, she ...
Whoa! (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Whoa! or so she said in that perfect five-year old way, "that's a lot of peanuts!" she marveled, in her ...
Puddles of Snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Little clear puddles atop the forming mud little pools at the edge melting piles of snow browning in the thawing ...
Chicken Soup (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Is it the soup, or its making that soothes, bleeds stress, changes the mind, cutting through the cares of the ...
Fallen Petals (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Just fallen petals in the wet green grass shimmering in the late afternoon filtered sunlight after the rain rich color, ...
Smell of Autumn (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Another smell of autumn sweet sweet smell of Concord grapes warming ripening ready to burst with flavor strong urgent smell ...
Sunning on the Sandbar (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Four ducks, before mid-morning sitting, facing the sun, wings hugging against their bodies sitting still in the sunbeams warming the ...
Dew in the Morning – (Resurrection) (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
June Morning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dawn on the lake The world is still. Water like a mirror. Land and water blur. Bold bright colors in ...
Glassworks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Mesmerized, watching The skill, artistry Effortlessness in the heat Of the sweating craftsmen In the beach air On the Vineyard ...
Rejuvenation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A weekly warming of my soul Voices raised in song Lyrics on the screen Making a joyful racket for the ...
Cross (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Spreading intersected contrails Like the frost lines off the skates in Fantasia's winter scene Growing, living crystals written on water ...
Arc of the Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Warming blue Across the arc of the dome He left for us after the Flood Daubs of color Dabbed on ...
Waking Sky (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A fall sky in slumber warming fan brush strokes, horsehair bristles, pushed across the fall tableau Deep burgundies and dark ...
A Ripeness of Winter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Frozen in her icy grasp captured in the frigid stillness coated by layer on layer a blanket of white, of ...
A Bursting of Green (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Long dormant carpet of grey, of brown parched and pending poised for an awakening showers and warming a bursting of ...
At the grave of Anastasia Baluk – Cross Stone (Ian Emberson Poem)
Anastasia and the sad snow falling a toiling sky and a long white line of hills a distant birthplace short ...
The Sun Rising (John Donne Poem)
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy ...
Let my first Knowing be of thee (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Let my first Knowing be of thee With morning's warming Light -- And my first Fearing, lest Unknowns Engulf thee ...
A precious — mouldering pleasure — ’tis (Emily Dickinson Poems)
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis -- To meet an Antique Book -- In just the Dress his Century ...
What does it take? (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Is the current rate of global warming a serious and cogent warning? Do we need to think about the fact ...