• POET'S PAGE
• BIOGRAPHY
• POEMS

Amy Michelle Mosier

• A dream is a butterfly
• a little frog
• A milky-eyed mourning dove
• A mist of yellow
• a November breeze
• A profusion of great heat
• A rose gave up her secret
• a stalactite gleams
• A swirl of amaretto
• a white-powdered landscape
• After making love
• Along the way
• Ample is the rising sun
• An inhospitable truth I have
• April – breezy and demure –
• Bees labor not in vain
• Blanched veils there and above
• Bless each palo verde bloom –
• By a gently flowing creek –
• Come, graceful brittlebush
• Coming from within a rising hedge
• Death, to me, is a stranger;
• Don’t tell it to the wind
• eight doves on a wire
• El Capitan - you are a joint
• Every day is a new adventure
• Flowers in the desert
• Forgive me, young dandelion.
• Frolic - frolic along with me
• Gentle Earth, I beg of you –
• Glowing by the moonlight pallor
• Good morning, fair cardinal –
• Grass is a taut crew;
• Great and Rugged Pyrenees
• Happy eyes do not need the sun
• He comes around the wall
• He has a gift little perceived –
• How capricious it is
• How they stop us dead
• I have nothing to offer
• I see the green of the desert
• I was smote by words
• I’m envious of the clouds
• It was hefted upon a breeze -
• Jesus stole him from me;
• Just as sleep bested my eyes -
• Kalimba notes drift out
• Keep your vigil, whispers of gray –
• Last night remains a scent
• Let us drink in the sunshine