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Triolet #1A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierThe Arizona Queen of the Night -She is a most mysterious flower -The one seen dancing in the moonlight.The Arizona Queen of the Night -In a pale gown,.. |
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I know a placeA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierI know a placeWhere one can loungeAnd drink a refreshing dewWhere no worry survivesWhere no sounds intrudeWhere angels on its pathwaysAt times may be .. |
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Sweet CricketsA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierSweet crickets, the tuneYou’re playing tempts me to sleep.By your tune I will drift offBetter to a place dark and deep.The low moon and toadsAs .. |
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Good morning, fair cardinal -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierGood morning, fair cardinal -How are you?How are your children?Your plumage is nearly outdoneBy the sun’s golden hue.The mattress is firm -My bl.. |
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I see the green of the desertA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierI see the green of the desert That overcomes the brown Clinging to ground and water And with gentle affection It might reveal some col.. |
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What a brutal sun that assaults the cliffsA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierWhat a brutal sun that assaults the cliffsWhere cacti and mescals dare to abide!Here and there, dozens of petroglyphsDecorating the canyon may be espi.. |
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Behold the marvelous wildflowers!A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierBehold the marvelous wildflowers!How they boldly carpet a sloping glen -Our gift from Earth’s seasonal showers.Hardly is the desert recognizable.. |
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Rather than talking to wallsA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierRather than talking to wallsI’d prefer a saguaroFor the wisdom they know.Centuries - they come and go -Leaving mysteries unsolvedAnd the traditi.. |
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Summer RainA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierListen to the raging summer rainMercilessly battering the groundBouncing like rubber balls all around.Rain is a little miracle gainedIn the desert whe.. |
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I heard my name called in the wind -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierI heard my name called in the wind -Stirring up in my heart a thrill.Neither a person at the trail bendNor stationed upon the hillDid this phenomenon .. |
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A stare stabbed me -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierA stare stabbed me -My eyes darted - a presenceLoomed large, electrically.A horned owl was my assailant.A rest in a mesquite treeMade a meeting of cha.. |
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a stalactite gleamsA Poem by Amy Michelle Mosiera stalactite gleamsblack water dripsthe only sound |
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a little frogA Poem by Amy Michelle Mosiera little frogsits on a warm rockbusy relaxing |
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a white-powdered landscapeA Poem by Amy Michelle Mosiera white-powdered landscapesunbeams illuminatenothing |
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a November breezeA Poem by Amy Michelle Mosiera November breezeone palo verde bloomsanyway |
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It was hefted upon a breeze -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierIt was hefted upon a breeze - As in a warm, flowing currentThrough a sea of palo verdes - To search for an embankment.That seed of promise - An implic.. |
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Come, graceful brittlebushA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierCome, graceful brittlebush And creamy globe mallow blooms.The winds of spring call you Again from the sandy tombs.Come, you dashing lupine And join th.. |
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