In a field depleted and left a fallow
Where only single crops have e’er grown
‘Twill sundry bloom soon rich, tho’ callow
When by Nature’s hand the seeds are sown
nature poems
The Swift Verdancy of Spring
a green all its own
the swift verdancy of spring
lo! the cardinal bright!
The Wind Blows Duly
the wind blows duly
but don’t tell that to the ant
toiling against it
