Raymond A. Foss Poems

Back to Poems Page

Like gloved hands
at the summer cotillion
so were the petals of the sun
touching her face,
oh so delicately, so demurely
brushing her face, as in a whisper,
pensive pose, thoughtful girl
watching perhaps for an appropriate suitor
getting the vapors
at the sight of him

August 25, 2007 8:15

Email This Poem to a Friend

Previous Poem | Next Poem

View Raymond A. Foss:  Poems | Quotes | Biography | Books

Copyright © 2006 - 2010 Famous Poets And Poems . com. All Rights Reserved.
The Poems and Quotes on this site are the property of their respective authors. All information has been
reproduced here for educational and informational purposes.