Like Bolls of Color (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like bolls of color yet falling from the branches the heavy blossoms of the cherry tree Beauty in each cluster ...
Like bolls of color yet falling from the branches the heavy blossoms of the cherry tree Beauty in each cluster ...
Hidden after springtime the budding of the trees unseen in the summer until they lose their leaves Haystacks in the ...
In reds and yellows in greens and orange God sharing autumn with us in the colors of the leaves So ...
Wondering, sitting here warm in my office the garden still in the cold under the white The leaves around some ...
The basket gathered pulled closer to me the farm stand treasure close by my side The pages of the summer ...
The sweet nectar of the juices staining my fingers the plumb blueberries the burgeoning bushes under the netting Alive with ...
Down the dusty, dirt road out in the bramble the fragrant moments of summer the fruit in its season Climbing ...
Standing on water buoyed by your love even when the winds make some standing confidently knowing you can hold me ...
The wood of the barn the creosote bleeding brown shoe polish and maple syrup colors of the boards weathered and ...
The strider skating like the Apollo lunar lander standing in the moon dust leaving a mere impression Standing on the ...
As certain of the strider counting on the surface tension to buoy it up on its feet We are to ...
Round the giant spruce trees, at the back of the yard amber casings shining in the morning sun their skeletons ...
Out on the mountain rich in summer the greens so deep almost hurting my eyes Trying to focus, also in ...
Turning the sod creating the garden where the ledge grew nothing but stone lines in the granite the beautiful vein ...
white pine, oak, birch in the forest the leaves of the oak tree covering the ground driving from the school ...
Growing from a bus on a branch spreading, the green of summer dying in passionate color reds, orange, and yellow; ...
The cluster of clover as a child's hands, small, living in miniature the tuft of green the large plant they ...
When did his star stop shining, in the night what guided the wise men, was there a night shadow the ...
Before the first snowfall long after frost covering layering the lawn, the gardens Yellow remaining newborn black-eyed Susan growing in ...
All creation, the heavens, the earth called to praise, to shine for the Lord animals, people the very mountains stars ...
Oh they are so close, not yet red tomatoes hanging heavy on the vine lee of the house, shaded moist ...
Blade of grass growing so fast in the summer sun wanting some fun waving in the warm breeze as if ...
In the shop, a bit too pretty, pristine I caught a few subtle, furtive, slightly disdainful glances supposing, deciding we ...
In this sacred place, this holy ground a basket of summer fruits squashes from your garden fruits of labor, holy ...
Between the roses, the cedars the field shimmering silver dew life manna in the desert covering each blade of grass ...
sitting alone, in the back of the sanctuary pines the rafters, blue sky the ceiling more beautiful than the Sistine ...
Smell of rich soil, wet from the drenching rains, weeds yield to my gentle tug beds of shimmering color, the ...
A bright, glowing, chartreuse forest, the young leaves radiating color too bright to absorb, as they would in summer the ...
This morning, that spring morning light, something special, magical, the low dim, soft light illumining the treetops, the nascent buds, ...
Between the wall of the porch the lawn by the driveway a rhododendron jungle thick stalks a vine, intricately wound, ...
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