whither comes the light alas, what matters the source while soon comes the night
nature poetry
The Leaves Green Grow Wild
the leaves green grow wild
wherever their seeds may blow
wild, aye, but resolved
In a Field Left Fallow
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
The Swift Verdancy of Spring
a green all its own
the swift verdancy of spring
lo! the cardinal bright!
Time Doesn’t Matter
time doesn’t matter
to the purposed honey bee
tasting the nectar
