Friday, January 11, 2013

Poem of the Week: Words

This fits us writers so well, does it not?

John Hay

When violets were springing
And sunshine filled the day,
And happy birds were singing
The praises of the May,
A word came to me, blighting
The beauty of the scene,
And in my heart was winter,
Though all the trees were green.

Now down the blast go sailing
The dead leaves, brown and sere;
The forests are bewailing
The dying of the year;
A word comes to me, lighting
With rapture all the air,
And in my heart is summer,
Though all the trees are bare.

Have a delightful weekend!

Miss Melody Muffin


  1. Very nice poem, made me wish spring was here. I love poetry about the weather, or spring time, the outdoors. Thanks for sharing!

  2. Now with February closing in, it has been staying in the single digits here so I know how you feel. I broke down and turned my heat on. Perfect days for tea!


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