Days Too Short When primroses are out in Spring, And small, blue violets come between; When merry birds sing on boughs green, And rills, as soon as born, must sing; When butterflies will make side-leaps, As though escaped from Nature’s hand Ere perfect quite; and bees will stand Upon their heads in fragrant deeps; When…
Spring, fountain of renewal Spring is a fountain of renewal It brings change, growth, new births All of nature responds to the sun’s caress We also get inspired, motivated, sun kissed, blessed. Learning from Nature, lets’ nurture New thoughts, read, ponder and reflect Expand our minds; review our beliefs, values and behaviors Don’t…
JOY My heart is like a little bird That sits and sings for very gladness. Sorrow is some forgotten word, And so, except in rhyme, is sadness. The world is very fair to me– Such azure skies, such golden weather, I’m like a long caged bird set free, My heart is lighter than a feather….
“A Prayer in Spring” OH, give us pleasure in the flowers today; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year. Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;…
OUR BLESSINGS Sitting to-day in the sunshine, That touched me with fingers of love, I thought of the manifold blessings God scatters on earth, from above; And they seemed, as I numbered them over, Far more than we merit, or need, And all that we lack is the angels To make…
I TOLD YOU “I told you the winter would go, love, I told you the winter would go, That he’d flee in shame when the south wind came, And you smiled when I told you so. You said the blustering fellow Would never yield to a breeze, That his cold, icy breath had frozen to…
O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.
The blooming cherry trees are free for all to look upon;
The dogwood buds for all of us, and not some favorite one;
The wide outdoors is no man’s own; the stranger on the street
Can cast his eyes on many a rose and claim its fragrance sweet.
A thing of such great beauty a lovely thing to see
The purple flowers that in Spring bloom on the magnolia tree
I ALWAYS think of mother, when
The lilac tree’s in bloom,
It seems her soul comes back again
Upon its sweet perfume.
When Petals Fill the Air via When Petals Fill the Air Today, outside the window, just floating in the air. I saw a “flock of dainty wings” , and went to see them there. I thought to write a poem about pink butterflies- but when I went to take a look, I got a sweet…
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