Within the Mist (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not fog exactly not full rain either even when stopping the wiper blades silent Driving, moving within the mist the ...
Not fog exactly not full rain either even when stopping the wiper blades silent Driving, moving within the mist the ...
Every flag all around our state in the driving we did on this special day Every flag flying none of ...
Even in driving by feeling the sense of relief Letting them rest the dead buried in the ground covering their ...
driving north on the interstate verdant fields and forest beside me looking, ever expectantly, into the green mist, the present ...
Shades of browns, driving by mile on mile, below the greens of the pines oak, pine, and grasses, leaves, needles, ...
Driving to the courthouse a word of hope, of offering "all are welcome", the sign read How wonderful this affirmation ...
Above the highway, just to the right of my line on the road four raptors, circling over me I wonder ...
Driving in New England on these fall days with brown oak leaves on the ground of the forests, I keep ...
Driving in town, between the drops of rain watch the people scurry, trudge, dash, between the buildings, hunker down at ...
Driving in the fall 'morn, light filtering into the clearing wood; I spied a wall awakening from its slumber, no ...
Driving home, October noontime a hawk to my left, above the tree line, catching the thermals off the highway It ...
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