One morning I found a dew drop on Nasturtium leaf in my garden. The dew wouldn’t budge, even when the wind blew. It stayed silently still and didn’t let go.
Morning SongTHE grass is taller, greener, And the birds more loud; The flowers open freshly To a sky of cloud.
And man awakens gladly In a world that’s good, And thrills to some new beauty Not quite understood.
Though all the world is clouded It’s a gray delight — For spring is swelling, swelling, And it rained last night.