I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND
OUTSIDE the garden
The wet skies harden;
The gates are barred on
The summer side:
"Shut out the flower-time,
Sunbeam and shower-time;
Make way for our time,"
Wild winds have cried.
Green once and cheery,
......
Does pleasant spring return once more?
Does earth her happy youth regain?
Sweet suns green hills are shining o'er;
Soft brooklets burst their icy chain:
Upon the blue translucent river
Laughs down an all-unclouded day,
The winged west winds gently quiver,
The buds are bursting from the spray;
While birds are blithe on every tree;
The Oread from the mountain-shore
......
About the size of an old-style dollar bill,
American or Canadian,
mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays
-this little painting (a sketch for a larger one?)
has never earned any money in its life.
Useless and free., it has spent seventy years
as a minor family relic handed along collaterally to owners
who looked at it sometimes, or didn't bother to.
It must be Nova Scotia; only there
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from Memories of President Lincoln
1
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,
I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
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Spring:
A hill without a name
Veiled in morning mist.
The beginning of autumn:
Sea and emerald paddy
Both the same green.
The winds of autumn
Blow: yet still green
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At strawberry dawn
the new blue flowers glisten
Dreams pause to listen
as birds greet sunrise of mist
Later by golden rays kissed!
Spring flowers just bloomed
Senses' anticipation
Pretty location!
Blue flowers in a blue world
......
All of us are
A little broken
A little faded
With time
All of us become
A little tired
A little lonely
With life
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It was minty fresh spring and all undulating, grassy hills turned green.
Flowers emerged in sweetest perfumes, crowned like beauty queens.
It was audacious, ancient April, the month of melodious, ample rain;
Of changes here and anywhere, of bold tapping on the windowpane!
Lime green dazzled in rich orchard, as fern green graced wild wood.
Little Kayla loved vivid, peach sunshine, the kind that makes life good.
All had witnessed the fall of the sun, on cherry sunset, night of nights.
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Winter’s Last Appearance
The wind sculpts snow
into cresting drifts—
curves and valleys,
soft ridges and sharp edges.
The wind bends a young birch—
a ballet dancer,
reaching,
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I hail your conquest of winter in
The battle of the seasons
I welcome your shaft of light —
That borderless paramount halo above us
Befriending dark and hidden places
With the power of your enlightening soul,
The recovery of stolen time
And the birth of new life.