by Anna Williams
Beneath the shadow of the sky
I felt the wind pulse, watched it fly.
In the autumn, in the storm,
The wind was true, the wind was warm.
Warmer than what I'd become
For I was empty, cold, and numb.
by Anna Williams
Beneath the shadow of the sky
I felt the wind pulse, watched it fly.
In the autumn, in the storm,
The wind was true, the wind was warm.
Warmer than what I'd become
For I was empty, cold, and numb.
Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.
by Edith Nesbit
The garden mould was damp and chill;
Winter had had his brutal will
Since over all the year's content
His devastating legions went.
Ring-Ting! I wish I were a primrose,A bright yellow primrose, blowing in the spring!The stooping boughs above me,The wandering bee to love me ,The fern and moss to creep across,And the elm tree for our king!
Yesterday is History,'Tis so far awayYesterday is Poetry'Tis Philosophy. Yesterday is MysteryWhere it is Today.While we shrewdly speculateFlutter both away.
May by Sarah Teasdale The wind is tossing the lilacs,The new leaves laugh in the sun,And the petals fall on the orchard wall,But for me the spring is done. Beneath the apple blossomsI go a wintry way,For love that smiled in AprilIs false to me in May.