Letters from jesswick.com
Sunrise and morning light
And the sight of melting snow.
Chirping birds and blue skies
And the sun burning bright.
Midday and silent mind
And melody of verse.
Shadows of afternoon,
A mark of tiring day.
Sunset and evening fall
And slumber of thought.
WHEN your lips were damp like mine in the fields,
When the earth smiled in purples and goodly greens,
When apples and plums, graced the age of light,
When mighty waters filled the river-bank,
When crickets and ‘hoppers babbled in the wind,
When humming-birds echoed from shore to shore.