Amy Michelle Mosier : Writing

The wind hears many secrets

The wind hears many secrets

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


The wind hears many secretsAs he blows at his election.Only a hearer at best -He mulls them over and againBut doesn’t repeat or think aloudFor t..
Success is a strange definition:

Success is a strange definition:

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Success is a strange definition:Larger in the mind of an onlooker -Smaller in the hands of a heritor -In truth - without a measurement.It can be exagg..
Were I a rose

Were I a rose

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Were I a rose I would model graciously -Oblige those of wise choice And prickle my enemy;If just a blade of grass I would blend in - nonchalant -And p..
Summer Rain

Summer Rain

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Listen to the raging summer rainMercilessly battering the groundBouncing like rubber balls all around.Rain is a little miracle gainedIn the desert whe..
Rather than talking to walls -

Rather than talking to walls -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Rather than talking to walls -I’d prefer a saguaroFor the wisdom they know.Centuries - they come and go -Leaving mysteries unsolvedAnd the tradi..
Behold the marvelous wildflowers!

Behold the marvelous wildflowers!

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Behold the marvelous wildflowers!How they boldly carpet a sloping glen -Our gift from Earth’s seasonal showers.Hardly is the desert recognizable..
Love is many, Water is many

Love is many, Water is many

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Love is many, Water is manyAnd flows aplentyBut Fire is oneAnd consumes until goneAll but purity.If to each other we belongAnd we’re to stay str..
You want to requite my love;

You want to requite my love;

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


You want to requite my love; You already have with a ringAnd many years of life So this I command you to bring:A bouquet of chocolate flowers - Each w..
The fold lifts, I see him in the mist

The fold lifts, I see him in the mist

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


The fold lifts, I see him in the mistGliding nearer by, I don’t resist.Let everything be still - I esteemHe’s even better than what I drea..
He has a gift little perceived -

He has a gift little perceived -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


He has a gift little perceived - A mind for temperament and thoughts.That he is one of privilege Is both natural and mysterious.Such witchcraft to the..