Storm
When the storm rushes upon the deep woods,
It lets down curtains of mist
And sheets of rain, that drip
Crystal beads among the trees.
Way above, the branches lash and moan
And weave. Below, it is still,
Still as the undersea.
Soft fern and feathery bracken
Loom through the mist
Like branching coral,
And drifting leaves float down
Like snowy fishes,
Lazily moving.
A Reminder
Down beneath the office windows
In a chestnut clump,
A robin sings all day long,
“Joyously, joyously!”
Above the whir of traffic,
The bands and the sirens,
Floats his song all day,
“Joyously, joyously!”
The lilting song brings to me,
The peace of field and merry brook,
And I myself, sing all day, too,
“Joyously, joyously!”