Pair – v4

Craning to glimpse

Around the bend,
Behind the trees,
Hiding in the fog.

A pair of swans,
Finding solitude,
Beside one another
In open water.

Alone together
Away from the bustle,
The noise, the commotion,
Of the road.

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edited May 9, 2015

Pair – v4

Monday, November 22, 2004 10:18

Pair – v2

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2004/11/pair_22.html

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edited May 9, 2015

Pair – v3

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2015/05/pair-v3.html

Wednesday, November 17, 2004 9:58

Pair – v1

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2004/11/pair.html

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Pair – v3

A pair alone

Trumpeter Swans
pressed close together

In the sliver, the cut,
the open water remaining
between the growing ice.

In the pond, the water,
beside the highway
this November morn.

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edited May 9, 2015

Pair – v3

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2015/05/pair-v3.html

Wednesday, November 17, 2004 9:58

Pair – v1

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2004/11/pair.html

&

edited May 9, 2015

Pair – v4

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2015/05/pair-v4.html

Monday, November 22, 2004 10:18

Pair – v2

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2004/11/pair_22.html

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On the Wings of the Gossamer Wind

the fog rising from the skin of the lake
joining my breath, visible, glinting
in the early fall morning light
melding, joining, dancing
on the wings of the gossamer wind
as if pulled by a string
my canoe drawing me through

my camera, my coffee, steaming still
nestled in the blaze orange life jacket
in the bottom, by my bare feet
a great blue heron
coming into view, around the point
flies skipping upon the water
beads of ripples, touching down
the loon’s dive audible, piercing the water
echoing across the quiet of the morn’
in the stillness of autumn
alone on the lake again


November 20, 2009
Swain’s Lake
Barrington, NH
Fall 2000

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Like Swans

Like swans, hiding in the reeds
the cattails, the plants
A cluster of daffodils
screened by the forsythia branches
Their long necks, their regal heads
turned toward the light.
Sheltered from their fingers
partially hidden from view.
Peeking out of the curtain
for those yearning to see.


April 10, 2009
Pembroke Village School
Suncook, NH

Swan, Glasgow, August 1999

Wanting to be Flames

A larger, louder response
for the question, who wants to be a flame
Wanting to be the flames,
the Holy Spirit, touching, changing the disciples
wanting to be that holy wind,
emboldening, empowering,
transforming the followers,
into disciples
The joy of that day
in the flames of the spirit
creating the church

April 28, 2008
Acts 2:1-12
Pentecost; statements by several of the
Middle High Sunday School members
on who wants to be a disciple and
who wants to be a flame for our skit

A daughter’s prayer

A daughter’s prayer,
for a best friend,
a hurting soul, torn apart
staggered by the punches
the body blows, gut shots
wanting to join the fight
to step between the blasts
and her weary body
unable to intervene, to step between
at those moments, in the breach
waiting instead, for time,
for reflection, for discernment
in quiet moments
with her, with the creator
listening for the still, small voice
for the answers to these prayers
for one who means so much
loved without thought
cared for to the last
hurting still

July 30, 2006
February 3, 2007 22:12


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A Purple Trumpet

A hushed purple trumpet
hangs heavy on its vine,
held by the connections, the hooks
the nature of itself, wet from the rain
starting to shrivel and curl
long past his heyday, a tenor
with a sore throat, a bit out of tune
fighting for his swan song,
after the sun warms him, gives him
a final burst of breath, to blow
for all he’s worth, one last song
Mood Indigo no doubt,
Jazz funeral for the trumpeter
soon to fade away

September 29, 2006 16:14


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Thinking Cog

Why she asked
Innocent, or was it?
Cringe of every curmudgeon
Fear of every manager

Like Charlie in Modern Times
Wanting to know, to deduce, to grasp
Her role, the steps to complete

Consternation of Ford and Deming
Wondering, asking why
To find the rhyme, the season
Or was it the reason
The raison d'être
For the task,
Or at least to show up for work


8/15/2005 13:45


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Pair

Craning to glimpse
Around the bend
Behind the trees
Hiding in the fog

Our swans
Finding solitude
Beside the other
In open water

Alone together
Away from the bustle,
The noise,
Of the road

edited May 9, 2015

Pair – v4

Monday, November 22, 2004 10:18

Pair – v2

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2004/11/pair_22.html

&

edited May 9, 2015

Pair – v3

Wednesday, November 17, 2004 9:58

Pair – v1

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2004/11/pair.html

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Pair

A pair
trumpeter swans
pressed close
in the sliver
open water
between the growing ice
in the pond
beside the highway
this November morn

edited May 9, 2015

Pair – v3

Wednesday, November 17, 2004 9:58

Pair – v1

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2004/11/pair.html

&

edited May 9, 2015

Pair – v4

Monday, November 22, 2004 10:18

Pair – v2

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2004/11/pair_22.html

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