Poem for June
A week ago I had a fireTo warm my feet, my hands and face;Cold winds, that never make a friend,Crept in and out of every place. Today the fields are… Continue reading
Poem for Maytime
Winter is many months of the yearBut now at last Maytime is here;And birds sing from a leafy screenIn the trees and hedgerow freshly green;And the wood-anemone is out in… Continue reading
April Poem – Spring Song
Hark, I hear a robin calling!List, the wind is from the south!And the orchard-bloom is fallingSweet as kisses on the mouth. In the dreamy vale of beechesFair and faint is… Continue reading
March Poem – Spring Cleaning
March bustles in on windy feetAnd sweeps my doorstep and my street.She washes and cleans with pounding rains,Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.She shakes the grime from carpet greenTill naught… Continue reading
February Twilight – Poem
I stood beside a hillSmooth with new-laid snow,A single star looked outFrom the cold evening glow.There was not other creatureThat saw what I could see,I stood and watched the evening… Continue reading
January Poem – Happy New Year
“A happy new year” it will be – if it’s NEW New visions of all that is noble and true,New powers for service, new knowledge of God,New zeal for the… Continue reading
December Poem – The Cold Earth Slept Below
The cold earth slept below,Above the cold sky shone;And all around,With a chilling sound,From caves of ice and fields of snow,The breath of night like death did flowBeneath the sinking… Continue reading
“The Hermit” James Beattie
At the close of day, when the hamlet is still,And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill,And nought but the nightingale’s song… Continue reading
October Leaves
October’s the monthWhen the smallest breezeGives us a showerOf autumn leaves.Bonfires and pumpkins,Leaves sailing down –October is redAnd golden and brown. October leaves are lovelyThey rustle when I runSometimes I… Continue reading
A Seasonal Poem for Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the… Continue reading