Song 2 (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
CLAMBERING up the rocky bank, Briers and honeysuckles fling Greenest branches unto air Fragrant in the early spring: Streams let ...
CLAMBERING up the rocky bank, Briers and honeysuckles fling Greenest branches unto air Fragrant in the early spring: Streams let ...
Weep not at all: crocuses in the grass, Like little flames of gold, flicker and pass; The buds that after ...
THE soul of the Spring through its body of earth Bursts in a bloom of fire, And the crocuses come ...
WHEN night drifts along the streets of the city, And sifts down between the uneven roofs, My mind begins to ...
September brings the ripening sun,The clear sharp morning air,And asters in a border wide,And daisies for the garden's pride,And foxgloves ...
-- for Jane kenyon It is a day after many days of storms. Having been washed and washed, the air ...
I must keep from breaking into the story by force for if I do I will find myself with a ...
In their fragrance and colors the flowers of her gardens defining her in some ways the beauty that she treasures ...
Dying crocuses glorious in their fading becoming transparent in the mid-day sun Like rice paper blossoms or ones of thin ...
The calendar says a little early but the dandelions are up the crocuses past their prime soon the lilies will ...
The bloom almost ready the petals yet to unfurl The crocus, cobalt, nascent up through the soil The leaves at ...
The lilacs budding, as is the magnolia the ground bare, except for the downed limbs the crocuses coming up through ...
Daffodils, crocuses, hyacinths green shorts up through the peaty wet mulch, the still-white snow of March; the warming sun drawing ...
The calendar marks the beginning the start of a new season of life a warming of the world, my part ...
An earthen vase held a bouquet simple crocuses at the street corner in the downtown of the city, around the ...
A cold gray afternoon cocooned indoors, watching the scene change outside, in the colors, the feel, the mood morphing day, ...
I must do as you do? Your way I own Is a very good way, and still, There are sometimes ...
God bless the little orchard brown Where the sap stirs these quickening days. Soon in a white and rosy gown ...
Wires toss in the wind, shrubs flap And the tap on windows wakes us To March's mistral madness: I see ...
FLOWER god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful, Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles, Here I wander in ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
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