Tangled in Stars

Poems by
Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

FROM MY WINDOW

(IN SPRING)



The plums and cherries are in bloom,
    The apple trees are on the brink
    Of swimming in a sea of pink;
The grass is thick’ning like the gloom
    Of winter twilights, and from far
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    Each dandelion is a star.

The birds fill all the air, and one
    Is building at my window sill.
Across the lane the squirrels run,
    And like a poet’s ghost, so still

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    And spirit white, a butterfly
    Appears and slowly wavers by.

Beyond the pine trees, tall and dark,
    Across the lower orchard, where
    The honey-laden peach and pear

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Give to the bees their burden—hark!
    Swift flies the thunderous express,
    And leaves more quiet quietness. [Page 18]