April (John Greenleaf Whittier Poems)
'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a birdIn the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;For green ...
Poems about south-sloping (3 Poems)
Snows (John Freeman Poems)
Now the long-bearded chilly-fingered winterOver the green fields sweeps his cloak and leavesIts whiteness there. It caught on the wild ...
Wash (Jane Kenyon Poem)
All day the blanket snapped and swelled on the line, roused by a hot spring wind.... From there it witnessed ...