Monthly Archives: February 2012

Indian Summer! Indian Summer! ‘Tis Indian Summer to-day. There’s a peaceful calm o’er the stilly world For the sunrise banners have all been furled. There’s a silent hush in the forest vast And a green leaf sways, ’tis the very … Continue reading →

An idle wind; a shiftless day; A deep, deep blue of open way; A morn that, silver-footed, brought Caressing light; with it a thought That caught the breath, and held it. What then? That idle wind came wandering by; Surprised … Continue reading →

Dear dusty roadsides where the common weeds Flourish alike in sheltered nooks or open country meads; Dear pathways leading where the clear brooks wends Its care-free way in idly curving trends; Where buttercups and wandering jews entwine To grace the … Continue reading →

Heaven spread her cloak of blackness Far across the world last night; Life with love and hope divining With its teardrops formed a lining; And they glistened in the snowy white. From the hill top in its starkness Winds blew … Continue reading →

Happy! Happy! I am happy! Happy every day; When the skies are blue above me; When they’ve turned to grey. Happy! Happy! I am happy! Skies are always blue For the world is full of sunshine And the sunshine’s full … Continue reading →

I little thought or little knew The sky above was quite so blue; I never saw the harvest sun Before the Autumn day was done Until, one still September day Young sorrow walked beside my way. Grief followed me where’er … Continue reading →

He gave me a girdle of roses; But I found that the wind and the rain Had planted a thorn mid the blossoms of love Soon they sprouted and bore fruit again. Till thorns in my girdle of roses Outnumbered … Continue reading →

I was sitting mid a sea of thoughts. The door was open wide. The Spring sunlight was flecking My attic room, inside. The curtains swayed and rustled With springtime’s’ mocking breeze. The long white highway called me, The wind among … Continue reading →

I wandered thru the woods one day When Autumn winds were hard at play; The time when all the birds had flown, And then I saw the heaven’s hue Reflected in the fringed blue, A dew filled gentian all alone. … Continue reading →

I moulded the figure I would be Beautiful, and young, and strong, and free. High up on the mountain peak I stood Far beneath me, rivers and wood; Wide worlds to conquer; life seeds to sow And hearts to start … Continue reading →