The Heads Opening (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The necks of the ferns the fiddleheads opening like the wings of butterflies the blood making them rigid the ferns ...
Raymond A. Foss Poems on Butterflies (16 Poems)
Saturated with New Color (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Seemingly wet, alive dripping, overflowing saturated with new color each flower giving, sharing pouring out, into the wings more than ...
Not tied to the earth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a butterfly, yet totally different from the caterpillar able to take wing and fly like angels fitted with eagle's ...
Consequences (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sometimes subtle sometimes dramatic consequences to our actions when we obey the laws of God when we disobey as well ...
Affirmations with the Butterflies (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The butterflies, within me testing my faith not the whole story not in the least Affirmations with the butterflies from ...
The Beginning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The world, our story the telling of creation not something just happened part of a plan, ordered methodical, created in ...
The Hands of God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What the hands of God be to craft the wings of butterflies, the gossamer of clouds the clay of human ...
Bursting Forth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Changed, transformed forevermore, a new creation like the butterfly out of its cocoon its wings stiffening new blood through the ...
Always Nervous (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Always nervous, butterflies in the belly standing trembling, to share the word of God Called to preach, to share God's ...
A Reality (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A dawning, a changing of the old unraveling threads of time, happening before the witnessing eye A nation turning, transforming, ...
Clothed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Magnificent fabric flowing, translucent, shimmering, radiant such are the garments of the plants of creation, the wings of the butterfly, ...
A Swimmer’s Hump (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
His most defining feature a swimmer's hump years of the butterfly practice after practice supple muscle, an arch to his ...
First Contact (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh how well I remember the butterflies, the excitement driving to your house, to spend some time with you get ...
A Waking Sun (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are watching day by day hour by hour watching a waking sun the faces of the flowers turning, yearning ...
Creatures of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The creatures of the air are the creatures of creation Birds, bats, flying squirrel, flying fish, cardinals, crow, pelican, penguin, ...
A Big Gapped Grin (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She stood there, at the top of the stair with hand outstretched for me to view her first tooth, clutched ...