#Saturated with New #Color – v2

Seemingly wet, alive

dripping, overflowing,

saturated with new color,

each flower giving, sharing,

pouring out, into the wings

of the regal swallowtail.

 

More than painted,

much more than reflected,

dripping with living color

transferred in the instant,

the moment it lowered,

landing on each bloom.

 

Momentarily truly different,

the butterfly changing,

infused, permeated, dripping,

immersed in the liquid color,

the wings of the morning

the butterfly more than a canvas.

 

Living color moving

a chemical transfer

from flower to its wings

alive and enduring

so powerful, living,

in my memory.

 

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edited June 10, 2021

Saturated with New Color – v2

 

edited June 10, 2021

Infused with Their Color – v2

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2021/06/infused-with-their-color-v2.html

August 2, 2010

Buoyed by Your Love

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2010/08/buoyed-by-your-love.html

July 12, 2010

Saturated with New Color

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2010/07/saturated-with-new-color.html

July 12, 2010

I was really struck by how saturated the

wings of the butterfly were by these colors,

from the flowers it landed on, not just

as if it was reflected onto the outside of the wing
but as if it was infused into the wing itself,

changing its very color for the moments

in time it stayed on each flower.

July 9, 2010

Infused with Their Color

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2010/07/infused-with-their-color.html

http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/raymond_a__foss/poems/30877

our backyard

Suncook, NH

Pembroke, NH

July 9, 2010

 

 

family, sun, butterfly, marigold, zinnia, New Hampshire, Pembroke NH, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss, senses, Suncook NH, lilies, yellow, orange, colors, Faith, God, memories, creation, nature,

 

#poetry #butterfly #God #nature #color #water

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Infused with Their #Color – v2

A yellow swallowtail

catching my attention

elegant butterfly moving

dancing on the humid air

flitting within the garden.

 

Alighting, resting,

perching on each flower

standing on the skin of water

the sun shining brightly

on every bloom, alive.

 

Infused with their color

soaked in their wings -

yellow of the zinnia,

pumpkin of the marigold,

the blaze of the lily.

 

Color painted, saturated,

in shimmering reflection

living canvas of their wings

aglow, singing Your praises,

Creator of all there is.

 

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June 10, 2021

Infused with Their Color – v2

 

August 2, 2010

Buoyed by Your Love

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2010/08/buoyed-by-your-love.html

July 12, 2010

Saturated with new color

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2010/07/saturated-with-new-color.html

July 9, 2010

Infused with Their Color

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2010/07/infused-with-their-color.html

http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/raymond_a__foss/poems/30877

our backyard

Suncook, NH

Pembroke, NH

July 9, 2010

 

 

family, sun, butterfly, marigold, zinnia, New Hampshire, Pembroke NH, poetry, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss, senses, Suncook NH, lilies, yellow, orange, colors, Faith, God, memories, creation, nature,

 

#poetry #butterfly #God #nature #color #water

Poems, photographs, & 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. All rights reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for usage. See all of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

An Echo of Her Glories – v2

A pale, lovely, opening trumpet

a morning glory, in the pot, growing,

living with the tomatoes, the marigolds

the living garden by the end of the parking lot

not noticed by too many, by her loving hand

An echo of her glories, the same color, the same beauty

growing in a row behind her house,

yearning, reaching for the kitchen window,

growing up the strands of twine,

above her gardens

Sharing the story of her glories

with the girls this morning;

connecting them

with my memories of her

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edited November 5, 2014

An Echo of Her Glories – v2

August 4, 2008

An Echo of Her Glories

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2008/08/echo-of-her-glories.html

morning glories by the church

Suncook United Methodist Church

and those of my paternal grandmother,

Jessie Watson Foss, forty years ago

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 33,330+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Out in our Garden – v2

The smell of rich soil,

wet from the drenching rains,

weeds yield to my gentle tug

up into my hands

beds of shimmering color,

the droplets refracting, reflecting

radiating warmth, richer hues

buzzing of the bees, the flies,

I stop to watch the yellow swallowtail

hovering over the blooms,

the bright cosmos, the yellow marigolds,

the stately Black-eyed Susan,

Cool mud under my nails, green stain

on my finger, a hint on my shorts

A smile on my face, under the thin sweat

out in our garden, the girls in the yard

laughing in the summer sun

safe in God’s arms

----

edited August 25, 2014

Out in our Garden – v2

July 23, 2008

Out in our Garden

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-in-our-garden.html

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 31,980+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Saturated with New Color

Seemingly wet, alive
dripping, overflowing
saturated with new color
each flower giving, sharing
pouring out, into the wings
more than painted
much more than reflected
dripping with living color
transferred in the instant
the moment it lowered
landing on each bloom
momentarily truly different
infused, permeated, dripping
immersed in the liquid color
the wings of the morning
the butterfly more than a canvas
living color moving
from flower to flower
alive and enduring
in my memory



July 12, 2010
I was really struck by how saturated the wings of the butterfly were by these colors, from the flowers it landed on, not just as if it was reflected onto the outside of the wing but as if it was infused into the wing itself, changing its very color for the moments in time it stayed on each flower.
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Infused with Their Color

The yellow swallowtail
elegant butterfly moving
dancing on the humid air
flitting to the garden

Coming to alight, resting
perching on each flower
as if standing on the skin of water
the sun shining brightly
on every bloom, alive

Infused with their color
yellow of the zinnia,
pumpkin of the marigold,
the blaze of the lily

The color painted, saturated,
in shimmering reflection
living canvas of its wings
aglow, singing your praises,
the creator of all there is.

July 9, 2010
our backyard
Suncook, NH
Pembroke, NH
July 9, 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.

Infused with Their Color

The yellow swallowtail
elegant butterfly moving
dancing on the humid air
flitting to the garden

Coming to alight, resting
perching on each flower
as if standing on the skin of water
the sun shining brightly
on every bloom, alive

Infused with their color
yellow of the zinnia,
pumpkin of the marigold,
the blaze of the lily

The color painted, saturated,
in shimmering reflection
living canvas of its wings
aglow, singing your praises,
the creator of all there is.


July 9, 2010
our backyard
Suncook, NH
Pembroke, NH
July 9, 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.

Marigolds, Tomatoes, and Morning Glories

The pot at the end of the driveway
alive with colors, radiant in the sun
marigolds, tomatoes, and morning glories
gold finch yellow, burnt orange, forest green,
kelly green, a special red, of the ripening vine
faint, pale canary yellow, lavender, sky blue
at the rim of the trumpet, all together
awash in the warming morning
bright colors dancing together
slight breeze, hint of autumn
but summer still in their blooming,
their growing together

August 29, 2008

More Monarchs and Marigolds - Wesley United Methodist Church, 8/17/06

Monarchs and Marigolds 8/17/06 - Wesley United Methodist Church

An Echo of Her Glories

A pale, lovely, opening trumpet
a morning glory, in the pot
living with the tomatoes, the marigolds
the living garden by the end of the parking lot
An echo of her glories, the same color, the same beauty
growing in a row behind her house,
yearning, reaching for the kitchen window,
growing up the stands of twine,
above her gardens
Sharing the story of her glories
with the girls this morning
connecting them
with my memories of her

August 4, 2008

An Echo of Her Glories

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2008/08/echo-of-her-glories.html

morning glories by the church

Suncook United Methodist Church

and those of my paternal grandmother,

Jessie Watson Foss, forty years ago

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 33,330+ of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.

Out in our Garden

Smell of rich soil,
wet from the drenching rains,
weeds yield to my gentle tug
beds of shimmering color,
the droplets refracting, reflecting
radiating warmth, richer hues
buzzing of the bees,
stop to watch the yellow swallowtail
hovering over the blooms,
the bright cosmos, the yellow marigolds,
the stately Black-eyed Susan,
mud under my nails, green stain
on my finger, a hint on my shorts
a smile on my face, under the thin sweat
out in our garden, the girls in the yard
laughing in the summer sun

July 23, 2008

Afternoon Morning Glories - October 5, 2007

Catching the Wind

The morning glories,
in afternoon glory
shining in the bright fall sun
luminescent, transparent,
translucent colors
bleeding through their skin
bouncing, blowing, swaying,
lurching, in the gusts, the puff,
the pulses of wind
Trying to catch the wind
its dominion over the blooms
in the lens of my camera
to still the motion, to capture
the dance of the flowers on the vine
in the bright fall sun
the beautiful dance
of the trumpets

October 16, 2007 8:54am

Morning Glories

Marigold Monarchs

Fidgety, shy, tremulous
introverted royalty
hide, run, burst to flight
normally, as I approach
with my predatory posture
sudden motion toward them
but not this day,
posing for the camera, star after star
ready for their closeup this day
holding still, primping,
pining for the camera
for their moment in the sun
for stardom

October 15, 2006 15:45




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Morning Glories this Morning

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 19,730+ of my poems at http://www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com Poetry Where You Live.