Amy Michelle Mosier : Writing

The fold lifts - he's there in the mist

The fold lifts - he's there in the mist

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


The fold lifts - he's there in the mist And the world tumbles aside.We come together and meet lips As Night's stars fill our eyes.It's a world of two ..
Neither one waiting at the bend

Neither one waiting at the bend

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Neither one waiting at the bend Nor stationed upon the hillWas present to make offense Or entertain some evil will.A breeze came, another went - Rattl..
Summer Rain

Summer Rain

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Listen to the raging summer rainMercilessly battering the ground -Drops bouncing like crickets all around.What heights its descent has drainedInto the..
Memories

Memories

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Memories are many, my heart is fullOf gladness for the love I found in youLove that we manifested and forged true.You are my anthem, upright and faith..
Grass is a taut crew;

Grass is a taut crew;

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Grass is a taut crew; They stand at attention As soldiers do With orders from the sun - Never having thoughts That their purpose is trite Or any..
Glowing by the moonlight pallor

Glowing by the moonlight pallor

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Glowing by the moonlight pallor Are the circles of coyote eyesHovering above ground - pair by pair - Wandering like restless sprightsSeeking for one w..
eight doves on a wire

eight doves on a wire

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


eight doves on a wiretogetherfriends on bar stools
Frolic - frolic along with me

Frolic - frolic along with me

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Frolic - frolic along with me And be as a spritely fawnRunning carelessly through the reeds As best we can imagine.Let's traipse across the rivulet Wh..
Just as sleep bested my eyes -

Just as sleep bested my eyes -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Just as sleep bested my eyes - There came a looming presence -Strange and full of mysteries - That alit upon my rest.There wasn't a familiar word Suff..
Under a sky of celadon -

Under a sky of celadon -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier


Under a sky of celadon - I watched bees huddleIn frenzied expectation Of riding a flaxen petal.Lupine and globe mallow Danced about while sageWaved at..

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