Amy Michelle Mosier Poems

I'm envious of the clouds
That float happily in the sun -
Changing into colorful shrouds -
Lumping from many into one.
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Hiding in an empty room
To have a minute with myself -
I sat on a plush chair
And sank about as low as I felt.
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A dream is a butterfly
Fresh from the cocoon
That is realized and soon
Flutters up into the sky
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Memories are many, my heart is full
Of gladness for the love I've found in you
Love that always carries a sweet milieu.
You are quite a man, both strong and gentle.
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Happy eyes need not the sun
For they, like yours, have a light of their own
A cutting light the demons shun
That confesses to a kind, ageless soul.
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A swirl of amaretto
Revolves in my coffee
Like a galaxy -
Shimmering and slow.
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Behold the marvelous wildflowers!
How they boldly carpet a sloping glen -
Our gift from Earth's seasonal showers.
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Pink is the morning sun ablaze.
Gray is the balmy air.
Purple is the city's haze.
Brown is the wren's bleary stare.
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The treetop glimmers outside my window
As light, dancing upon the leaves -
Shimmers off each leaf in soft yellow.
From afar, my attention is retrieved
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Where have all the gentlemen gone?
Worldly thoughts have led them astray -
Desiring neither love nor brawn.
Where? Have all the gentlemen gone?
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