painted with grains of sand – v7

the hills alive on this morning

dipped in winter light

painted with grains of sand;

pure sparkle, diamonds

on every filament, fiber,

on each blade of grass.

facets of the ice crystals

twinkling as I drive beside them

holding God’s light, as a prism;

sparks of living color, glinting

fingers of Jack’s paint strokes

dipped, cast, in frozen white.

the hills alive in the sunlight

shimmering, the fields afire

morning just begun, waking;

filaments of sparkle

painted before the sunlight

the morning drive to work.

=====

edited April 10, 2015

painted with grains of sand – v7

(editing version 3)

Edited September 17, 2013

painted with grains of sand – v6

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/09/painted-with-grains-of-sand-v6.html

(editing version 3)

Edited December 15, 2012

“painted with grains of sand – v5”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/12/painted-with-grains-of-sand-v5.html

reediting version 3

&

Edited December 11, 2012

“painted with grains of sand – v4”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/12/painted-with-grains-of-sand-v4.html

based on suggestions by Jacob Montgomery,

of Bournemouth, England

&

Edited December 10, 2012

“painted with grains of sand – v3”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/12/painted-with-grains-of-sand-v3.html

after emailing earlier version to Jacob Montgomery,

Bournemouth, England

&

Edited December 10, 2012

“painted with grains of sand – v2”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/12/painted-with-grains-of-sand-v2.html

November 20, 2012

“painted with grains of sand”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/11/painted-with-grains-of-sand.html

one of several poems about drive yesterday

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/search/label/Epsom

the fields were alive with frost this morning

on NH Route 107 in Epsom, NH, Southbound,

with many vistas of white over the reeds and grain stalks, as

at 43.213132,-71.285279

going to the Deerfield Community School

November 19, 2012

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 36,990+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

The multicolored ball – v6

despair made me remember

his moment of terror

freezing cold, as he was

no coat, no sweater

no meat on his bones

bruised, in panic

wanting his friend,

the ball he had carried

wanting to run to it

but already lined up

waiting, compliant

to return to the classroom

not wanting to break any rules

(for there had been consequences when he

had broken other rules)

but secretly watching

left, discarded, gathered by the wind

finding a place, resting,

in the lee of the storage shed

just a few feet away from us

but too far to run to it,

we both had our places, our roles to play

not able to run to gather it in

needing to walk away, to get out of the cold

a multicolored ball, an old friend

the ball he had taken outside

before the day took its turn

his slight body now buffeted

by the wind, the switchbacks

by falling on the granite dust

navigating the thin wood

the place beyond the fields

where he and the other played

now he was captured, by the clock, by convention,

standing in line, shivering in the cold

the too-thin, threadbare t-shirt

not nearly enough, the open sweatshirt

his body shuddering, waiting

for the bell to ring, but what of the ball

that lost but not forgotten

but really not that far away, tantalizing,

outside the bounds of his grasp

wanting to be free, unfettered

breaking the rules to run to get it

out of the question, absurd

another to retrieve it, to gather it in,

like a basketball, in shape,

but colors of summer, once bright,

now faded on the ground

====

edited October 29, 2014

The multicolored ball – v6

(editing version 4)

Edited September 24, 2013

“The multicolored ball – v5”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-multicolored-ball-v5.html

Edited September 21, 2013

“The multicolored ball – v4”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-multicolored-ball-v4.html

(editing version 2)

edited April 8, 2013

“the multicolored ball – v3”

April 7, 2013

“The multicolored ball – v2”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-multicolored-ball-v2_8.html

April 6, 2013

“The multicolored ball”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-multicolored-ball.html

Deerfield Community School

April 3, 2013

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The multicolored ball – v5

despair made me remember

his moment of sheer terror

freezing cold, as he was

bruised, in panic, at a moment of loss

wanting his friend, I could see it

the ball he had carried, his body crying

wanting to run to it, to be rebellious

but already lined up, waiting

waiting, compliant, a good boy,

to return to the classroom

not wanting to break any rules

but secretly watching, wanting

left, discarded, gathered by the wind

finding a place, resting, silent

in the lee of the storage shed

a multicolored ball, his old friend

the ball he had taken outside

before the day took its turn

his slight body now buffeted

by the wind, the switchbacks

by falling on the granite dust

navigating the thin wood

the place beyond the fields

where he and the other played

standing in line, shivering in the cold

the too-thin, threadbare t-shirt

not nearly enough, the open sweatshirt

his body shuddering, waiting

for the bell to ring, but what of the ball

that lost but not forgotten

the friend far from him, want to run

breaking the rules to run to get it

out of the question, absurd

another to retrieve it, like a basketball

but colors of summer, once bright,

now faded on the ground

====

Edited September 24, 2013

“The multicolored ball – v5”

Edited September 21, 2013

“The multicolored ball – v4”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/09/the-multicolored-ball-v4.html

April 7, 2013

“The multicolored ball – v2”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-multicolored-ball-v2_8.html

April 6, 2013

“The multicolored ball”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-multicolored-ball.html

Deerfield Community School

April 3, 2013

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The multicolored ball – v4

despair made me remember

his moment of terror

freezing cold, as he was

bruised, in panic

wanting his friend,

the ball he had carried

wanting to run to it

but already lined up

waiting, compliant

to return to the classroom

not wanting to break any rules

but secretly watching

left, discarded, gathered by the wind

finding a place, resting,

in the lee of the storage shed

a multicolored ball, an old friend

the ball he had taken outside

before the day took its turn

his slight body now buffeted

by the wind, the switchbacks

by falling on the granite dust

navigating the thin wood

the place beyond the fields

where he and the other played

standing in line, shivering in the cold

the too-thin, threadbare t-shirt

not nearly enough, the open sweatshirt

his body shuddering, waiting

for the bell to ring, but what of the ball

that lost but not forgotten

the friend far from him

breaking the rules to run to get it

out of the question, absurd

another to retrieve it, like a basketball

but colors of summer, once bright,

now faded on the ground

====

Edited September 21, 2013

“The multicolored ball – v4”

April 7, 2013

“The multicolored ball – v2”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-multicolored-ball-v2_8.html

April 6, 2013

“The multicolored ball”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-multicolored-ball.html

Deerfield Community School

April 3, 2013

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painted with grains of sand – v6

hills alive in morning

painted with grains of sand

dipped in winter light

pure diamonds, sparkle,

on every filament, fiber,

on every blade of grass

facets of ice crystals

twinkling as I drive beside them

holding God’s light, as a prism,

sparks of living color, glinting

fingers of Jack’s paint strokes

dipped, cast, in frozen white

hills alive in the sunlight

shimmering, the fields afire

morning just begun, waking

filaments of sparkle

painted before the sun

=====

Edited September 17, 2013

painted with grains of sand – v6

Edited December 10, 2012

painted with grains of sand – v3

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/12/painted-with-grains-of-sand-v3.html

Edited December 10, 2012

November 20, 2012

the fields were alive with frost this morning

on NH Route 107 in Epsom, NH, Southbound,

with many vistas of white over the reeds and grain stalks, as

at 43.213132,-71.285279

going to the Deerfield Community School

November 19, 2012

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 27,180+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

The multicolored ball – v2

left, discarded, gathered by the wind

finding a place, resting,

in the lee of the storage shed

a multicolored ball, an old friend

the ball he had taken outside

before the day took its turn

his slight body now buffeted

by the wind, the switchbacks

by falling on the granite dust

navigating the thin wood

the place beyond the fields

where he and the other played

standing in line, shivering in the cold

the too-thin, threadbare t-shirt

not nearly enough, the open sweatshirt

his body shuddering, waiting

for the bell to ring, but what of the ball

that lost but not forgotten

the friend far from him, or so it seemed,

breaking the rules to run to get it

out of the question, absurd,

another to retrieve it, like a deflated basketball

but colors of summer, faded on the ground

====

edited April 8, 2013

“the multicolored ball – v3”

after reading the poem at

the Poet’s Corner

April 8, 2013

April 7, 2013

“The multicolored ball”

April 6, 2013

“The multicolored ball”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-multicolored-ball.html

Deerfield Community School

April 3, 2013

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The multicolored ball – v2

left, discarded, gathered by the wind

finding a place, resting,

in the lee of the storage shed

a multicolored ball, an old friend

the ball he had taken outside

before the day took its turn

his slight body now buffeted

by the wind, the switchbacks

by falling on the granite dust

navigating the thin wood

the place beyond the fields

where he and the other played

standing in line, shivering in the cold

the too-thin, threadbare t-shirt

not nearly enough, the open sweatshirt

his body shuddering, waiting

for the bell to ring, but what of the ball

that lost but not forgotten

the friend far from him

breaking the rules to run to get it

out of the question, absurd

another to retrieve it, like a basketball

but colors of summer, faded on the ground

====

April 7, 2013

“The multicolored ball”

April 6, 2013

“The multicolored ball”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-multicolored-ball.html

Deerfield Community School

April 3, 2013

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The multicolored ball

left, discarded, gathered by the wind

finding a place, resting, in the lee of the storage shed

a multicolored ball, an old friend

the ball he had taken outside

before the day took its turn

his slight body now buffeted

by the wind, the switchbacks

by falling on the granite dust

navigating the thin wood

the place beyond the fields

where he and the other played

standing in line, shivering in the cold

the too-thin, threadbare t-shirt

not nearly enough, the open sweatshirt

his body shuddering, waiting

for the bell to ring, but what of the ball

that lost but not forgotten

the friend far from him

breaking the rules to run to get it

out of the question, absurd

another to retrieve it, like a basketball

but colors of summer, faded on the ground

April 6, 2013

Deerfield Community School

April 3, 2013

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They’re outside

sparks of yellow, of white

out in my backyard

they’re outside in the grass

full of shadows

of wonder and sparkles

setting the yard afire

I caught a lightning bug

in a glass jar

we played in the dark

by its faint light

they’re outside

in the grass

in my backyard

=====

April 3, 2013

they’re, outside, caught, bug, played

“Catch Yourself a Word Wall Word”

Deerfield Community School

April 3, 2013

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painted with grains of sand – v5

hills alive in morning

painted with grains of sand

dipped in winter light

pure sparkle, diamonds

on every filament, fiber,

on every blade of grass

facets of ice crystals

twinkling as I drive beside

holding God’s light, as a prism,

sparks of living color, glinting

fingers of Jack’s paint strokes

dipped, cast, in frozen white

hills alive in sunlight

shimmering, the fields afire

morning just begun, waking

illumined within

filaments of sparkle

painted before the sun

=====

Edited December 15, 2012

 “painted with grains of sand – v5”

reediting version 3

&

Edited December 11, 2012

“painted with grains of sand – v4”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/12/painted-with-grains-of-sand-v4.html

based on suggestions by Jacob Montgomery,

of Bournemouth, England

&

Edited December 10, 2012

“painted with grains of sand – v3”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/12/painted-with-grains-of-sand-v3.html

after emailing earlier version to Jacob Montgomery,

Bournemouth, England

&

Edited December 10, 2012

“painted with grains of sand – v2”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/12/painted-with-grains-of-sand-v2.html

November 20, 2012

“painted with grains of sand”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/11/painted-with-grains-of-sand.html

one of several poems about drive yesterday

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/search/label/Epsom

------

the fields were alive with frost this morning

on NH Route 107 in Epsom, NH, Southbound,

with many vistas of white over the reeds and grain stalks, as

at 43.213132,-71.285279

going to the Deerfield Community School

November 19, 2012

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 21,970+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

painted with grains of sand – v4

Painted with grains of sand

dipped in winter light;

pure sparkle, diamonds

on each filament, reaching,

every blade of grass.

Facets of the crystals -

twinkling as I drive.

Holding God’s light, a prism,

sparks of glinting color, alive!

Fingers of Jack’s paint strokes,

cast in frozen white

The hills ablaze with sunlight

shimmering, the fields afire;

morning just begun,

filaments of sparkle;

painted before the sun.

=====

Edited December 11, 2012

“painted with grains of sand – v4”

based on suggestions by Jacob Montgomery,

of Bournemouth, England

Edited December 10, 2012

“painted with grains of sand – v3”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/12/painted-with-grains-of-sand-v3.html

after emailing earlier version to Jacob Montgomery,

Bournemouth, England

Edited December 10, 2012

“painted with grains of sand – v2”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/12/painted-with-grains-of-sand-v2.html

November 20, 2012

“painted with grains of sand”

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2012/11/painted-with-grains-of-sand.html

one of several poems about drive yesterday

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/search/label/Epsom

------

the fields were alive with frost this morning

on NH Route 107 in Epsom, NH, Southbound,

with many vistas of white over the reeds and grain stalks, as

at 43.213132,-71.285279

going to the Deerfield Community School

November 19, 2012

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 21,970+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

painted with grains of sand – v3

the hills alive in the morning

painted with grains of sand

dipped in winter light

pure sparkle, diamonds

on every filament, fiber,

on every blade of grass

facets of the ice crystals

twinkling as I drive beside them

holding God’s light, as a prism,

sparks of living color, glinting

fingers of Jack’s paint strokes

dipped, cast, in frozen white

the hills alive in the sunlight

shimmering, the fields afire

morning just begun, waking

filaments of sparkle

painted before the sun

=====

Edited December 10, 2012

Edited December 10, 2012

November 20, 2012

the fields were alive with frost this morning

on NH Route 107 in Epsom, NH, Southbound,

with many vistas of white over the reeds and grain stalks, as

at 43.213132,-71.285279

going to the Deerfield Community School

November 19, 2012

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 21,690+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

painted with grains of sand – v2

painted with grains of sand
dipped in winter light
pure sparkle, diamonds
on every filament, 
each blade of grass

facets of the crystals
twinkling as I drive
holding God’s light, as a prism, 
sparks of living color
fingers of Jack’s paint strokes
cast in frozen white

the hills alive in the sunlight
shimmering, afire
morning just begun
filaments of sparkle
painted before the sun



=====
Edited December 10, 2012
November 20, 2012
the fields were alive with frost this morning
on NH Route 107 in Epsom, NH, Southbound,
with many vistas of white over the reeds and grain stalks, as
at 43.213132,-71.285279
going to the Deerfield Community School
November 19, 2012

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 21,710+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

under the frozen morning – v2

the late-November fields

in a palette of autumn-winter

shades of brown, of gray,

hidden, in wonder

under the frozen morning

in white and rainbow

painted by Jack Frost

in glitter and sparkle

held for a few moments only

until they started to melt

-----

Edited December 10, 2012

November 19, 2012

the fields were alive with frost this morning

on NH Route 107 in Epsom, NH, Southbound,

with many vistas of white over the reeds and grain stalks, as

at 43.213132,-71.285279

going to the Deerfield Community School

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 22,060+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

painted with sparkle

with individual points of light
painted with sparkle
every reed, each blade of grass
everything on the hillside

the fields cut after gleaning
the rolling, living hills
painted with sparkle
with filaments of white

the handwork of sleeping
before the waking dawn
frost adorning each plant
to the horizon line


=====
November 20, 2012
the fields were alive with frost this morning
on NH Route 107 in Epsom, NH, Southbound,
with many vistas of white over the reeds and grain stalks, as
at 43.213132,-71.285279
going to the Deerfield Community School
November 19, 2012


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,940+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

painted with grains of sand

painted with grains of sand
dipped in winter light
pure sparkle, diamonds
on every filament,
each blade of grass

the facets of the crystals
twinkling as I drive
holding God’s light
fingers of Jack’s paint strokes
in frozen white

the hills alive in the sunlight
the morning just begun
filaments of sparkle
painted before the sun


=====
November 20, 2012
the fields were alive with frost this morning
on NH Route 107 in Epsom, NH, Southbound,
with many vistas of white over the reeds and grain stalks, as
at 43.213132,-71.285279
going to the Deerfield Community School
November 19, 2012

All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 21,710+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

facets of the crystals

the facets of the crystals
holding God’s light
the fingers of Jack’s paint strokes
in frost, in white
the hills alive in the sunlight
the morning just begun
filaments of wonder
painted before the sun


=====
November 20, 2012
the fields were alive with frost this morning
on NH Route 107 in Epsom, NH, Southbound,
with many vistas of white over the reeds and grain stalks, as
at 43.213132,-71.285279
going to the Deerfield Community School
November 19, 2012


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,980+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

millions of pixels

millions of pixels
of faceted sparkle
as if each grain of sugar
was fitted in fiber

not merely reflecting light
as if hard-wired
illumined fields alive
dancing in the moment

frost alive
a living creation
filaments of light
as far as I can see

autumn hills glowing
before the warming
grasses and the bramble
proclaim November’s glory


=====
November 19, 2012
the fields were alive with frost this morning
on NH Route 107 in Epsom, NH, Southbound,
with many vistas of white over the reeds and grain stalks, as
at 43.213132,-71.285279
going to the Deerfield Community School


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,990+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

wired in celebration

painted on the grasses
the weeds in the fields
as if wired in celebration
proclaiming the creation

sparkling sugar, each granule
glowing, shining
out in the dark world

filaments of light
fiber optics glowing
making the morning bright
complete in the knowing


=====
November 19, 2012
the fields were alive with frost this morning
on NH Route 107 in Epsom, NH, Southbound,
with many vistas of white over the reeds and grain stalks, as
at 43.213132,-71.285279
going to the Deerfield Community School


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,940+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

A patina of November

rolling hills shrouded
the browns and yellows
hidden, encased
a patina of November

frost before warming
held in its grip
sparkling crystals
rising to the hills


====
November 19, 2012
the fields were alive with frost this morning
on NH Route 107 in Epsom, NH, Southbound,
with many vistas of white over the reeds and grain stalks, as
at 43.213132,-71.285279
going to the Deerfield Community School


All of my poems are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss for usage. See all 20,980+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.