winged samaras – v3

helicopters
seeds of maples,
many colors, sizes,
wing samaras twirling,
spinning, falling, blowing,
raining down from their branches,
 
a season of sharing, an early harvest,
 
offering themselves to the winds,
to be blown asunder, guided,
to fertile ground, to sprout,
to bear fruit, to thrive,
somewhere else
to grow…
 

 

 

 

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Edited February 13, 2024

winged samaras – v3

 

Edited February 9, 2024

winged samaras – v2

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/02/winged-samaras-v2.html

February 9, 2024

winged samaras

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/02/winged-samaras.html

Edited February 9, 2024

Roads in the dirt – v2

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/02/roads-in-dirt-v2.html

 

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Poetry, family, play, childhood, imagination, nature, fruit, maple, sugar maple, silver maple, red maple, swamp maple, Norway maple, seeds, samara, wind, breeze, helicopters, aerodynamics, wings,

 

#Poetry #family #play #childhood #imagination #nature #fruit #maple #sugarmaple #silvermaple #redmaple #swampmaple #Norwaymaple #seeds #samara #wind #breeze #helicopters #aerodynamicss #wings

winged samaras – v2

seeds of maples,
many sizes, colors,
wing samaras twirling,
spinning, falling, blowing,
raining down from the branches,
 
a season of sharing, the early harvest,
 
offering themselves to the winds,
to be blown asunder, guided,
to fertile ground, to grow,
to bear fruit, to thrive,
somewhere else…
 

 

 

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February 9, 2024

winged samaras – v2

 

February 9, 2024

winged samaras

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/02/winged-samaras.html

Edited February 9, 2024

Roads in the dirt – v2

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/02/roads-in-dirt-v2.html

 

All of my poems, photographs, and videos are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023, and 2024. All rights are reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com)  for usage. See all 53,000+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com  Poetry Where You Live.

 

Poetry, family, play, childhood, imagination, nature, fruit, maple, sugar maple, silver maple, red maple, swamp maple, Norway maple, seeds, samara, wind, breeze, helicopters, aerodynamics, wings,

 

#Poetry #family #play #childhood #imagination #nature #fruit #maple #sugarmaple #silvermaple #redmaple #swampmaple #Norwaymaple #seeds #samara #wind #breeze #helicopters #aerodynamicss #wings

winged samaras

seeds of the maples,
many sizes, colors,
wing samaras twirling,
spinning, falling, blowing,
raining down from the branches,
a season of sharing, not yet the harvest,
offering themselves to the winds,
to be blown asunder, guided,
to fertile ground, to grown,
to bear fruit, to thrive,
somewhere else…
 

---------

February 9, 2024

winged samaras

 

Edited February 9, 2024

Roads in the dirt – v2

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/02/roads-in-dirt-v2.html

 

All of my poems, photographs, and videos are copyrighted by Raymond A. Foss, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023, and 2024. All rights are reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com)  for usage. See all 53,000+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com  Poetry Where You Live.

 

Poetry, family, play, childhood, imagination, nature, fruit, maple, sugar maple, silver maple, red maple, swamp maple, Norway maple, seeds, samara, wind, breeze, helicopters,

 

#Poetry #family #play #childhood #imagination #nature #fruit #maple #sugarmaple #silvermaple #redmaple #swampmaple #Norwaymaple #seeds #samara #wind #breeze #helicopters

Couldn’t Stop, Couldn’t Wait – v3

His body was toned,

thin like a runner

wearing shorts, a tank top,

good running shoes;

He was coming toward me

through the village,

passing me on the left,

going to the store.

Something wrong,

his motion awkward

his gait not even, smooth,

his torso contorted;

He was held motionless

as he was running,

moving, in motion,

but something not right.

The right hand raised

up to his ear, cell phone urgently

couldn’t stop to answer

talking on the run

couldn’t wait for the call;

He couldn’t stop running

though he defeating his purpose;

the movement stunted

his important call

as if he wasn’t running at all.

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edited October 3, 2015

Couldn’t Stop, Couldn’t Wait – v3

(editing version 2)

edited July 13, 2015

Couldn’t Stop, Couldn’t Wait – v2

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2015/07/couldnt-stop-couldnt-wait-v2.html

August 18, 2010

Couldn’t Stop, Couldn’t Wait

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2010/08/couldnt-stop-couldnt-wait.html

runner on Main Street, Suncook, NH

August 16, 2010

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Couldn’t Stop, Couldn’t Wait - v2

His body toned,

thin like a runner

shorts, a tank top

good running shoes;

coming toward me

through the village

passing me on the left

going to the store

Something wrong,

his motion awkward

his gait not even

his torso contorted;

held motionless

as he was running

moving, in motion,

but something not right

The right hand raised

up to his ear, cell phone urgently

couldn’t stop to answer

talking on the run

couldn’t wait for the call

couldn’t stop running

though defeating his purpose;

the movement stunted

his important call

as is he wasn’t running at all.

=====

edited July 13, 2015

Couldn’t Stop, Couldn’t Wait – v2

August 18, 2010

Couldn’t Stop, Couldn’t Wait

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2010/08/couldnt-stop-couldnt-wait.html

runner on Main Street, Suncook, NH

August 16, 2010

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Come in, Come in

Not a taunt,
a plea, a cheering
the water much colder
but oh Dad, come in

Come in, Come in!
both girls shouted
needing to dive from the ladder
to build up my nerve
not walking in slowly
the chill rising
jumping in bodily

The shock only momentary
to squeals and shrieks of delight
bleeding off the day
spending moments precious
finding a way

August 6, 2011
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Making the Whirlpool

Hands behind
little hands holding
the reins of the harness
the yoke of the draft horse
pulling them around
making the whirlpool
I hear them calling,
“Come on, Daddy;
come in the pool.”
a new meaning
known now to me;
them wanting the pack mule

July 13, 2010

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Couldn’t Stop, Couldn’t Wait

His body toned, thin like a runner
short, tank top
good running shoes
coming toward me
through the village
passing me on the left
going to the store

Something wrong,
his motion awkward
his gait not even
his torso contorted
held motionless
as he was running
moving, in motion
but something not right

The right hand raised
up to his ear
the cell phone urgently
talking on the run
couldn’t stop to answer
couldn’t wait for the call
couldn’t stop running
though defeating his purpose
the movement stunted
his important call
as is he wasn’t running at all.

August 18, 2010
runner on Main Street, Suncook, NH
August 16, 2010


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Making the Whirlpool

Hands behind
little hands holding
the reins of the harness
the yoke of the draft horse
pulling them around
making the whirlpool
I hear them calling,
“Come on, Daddy;
come in the pool.”
a new meaning
known now to me;
them wanting the pack mule

July 13, 2010


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 19,270+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

A Whiff of Memory

Crossing the bridge,
walking with the girls
hot summer morning
a whiff of memory
the smell of the river
far below us
taking me back
the same brownish color
rich with run-off
stagnant yet moving
a little too slow
the same smell
that I remember
coming back to me
when I was their age
or a year or two older
no more than that.


July 12, 2010
the Suncook River today
and the river in Westfield,
forty years ago


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