lunababymoonchild Posted May 1, 2023 Share Posted May 1, 2023 (edited) So very beautiful and apt Edited May 1, 2023 by lunababymoonchild Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lunababymoonchild Posted May 1, 2023 Share Posted May 1, 2023 (edited) My offering: There dwells a subtle fragrance Within the woods of May, That baffles all description, Inviting us to stay. Aroma of the spring-time. Of bursting buds it tells, Of wild flowers bright unfolding From out their tiny cells. The new-born leaves a tender And brilliant green display; When come the heats of summer, It quickly flies away. Among the trees we wander, With sense of keen delight; We may not feel it later, Though sunshine be as bright. Sweet Nature's resurrection From Winter's ice and snow, Fills woods of May with beauty Beyond all else we know. The fragrant honeysuckle, And dogwood flowers white, Bloom here in all their glory, A vision of delight. How natural to linger Among the woods of May, So many wonders are there, Inviting us to stay. Each bush and tree has treasures Of leaf, or bud, or flower; No art there is like Nature's, When she exerts her power. A tender, new-born glory, The leaflets all display, There dwells a subtle fragrance Around our path to-day; It bids us pause and linger, Ere it be gone for aye. What joy and peace and sweetness Within the woods of May! The Woods in May by Ellwood Roberts Edited May 1, 2023 by lunababymoonchild 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hayley Posted May 2, 2023 Share Posted May 2, 2023 On 5/1/2023 at 10:27 AM, lunababymoonchild said: The Woods in May by Ellwood Roberts I've never read this one before but I really like it! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hayley Posted February 3 Share Posted February 3 In February by John Addington Symonds The birds have been singing to-day And saying: "The spring is near! The sun is as warm as in May, And the deep blue heavens are clear." The little bird on the boughs Of the sombre snow-laden pine Thinks: "Where shall I build me my house, And how shall I make it fine? "For the season of snow is past; The mild south wind is on high; And the scent of the spring is cast From his wing as he hurries by." The little birds twitter and cheep To their loves on the leafless larch: But seven foot deep the snow-wreaths sleep, And the year hath not worn to March. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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