Down by the river where the black oaks are.
The goldenrod now droops his fuzzy head;
There by my fence, leaves make a fluffy bed.
They mulch my flower seed down in the loam;
Beyond below the tall sedge grasses moan.
Seared grass curls firmly over tender sprigs,
And my rose bush there curves its brown thorned twigs.
Beneath my window, tulip bulbs lay snug,
Quite safe and warm in earthy winter rug.
All nature resting for a springtime gain,
And quiet gray tones soothe an inner pain.




DREAMING BY THE RIVER


Ripples on the water
Rustling in the trees
Wind sighing gently
Whistling by with ease.
Cow-bells tinkling distant
Farmer on the lea,
Cattle nibbling grasses
Little honey bee.
Frosted leaves of autumn
Sailing down the stream.
Neatest clump of willows,
Oh, for some ice cream.