THISTLEDOWN, IN IDLE FLIGHT

 

Thistledown, in idle flight

Drifts upon the highland wind

Like ancestral spirits

BLUEBELLS IN THE WOOD

 

Bluebells in the wood

Sway in the dappled shade

To the tune of Spring

GATHER IN THE WOODLAND LILIES

 

Gather in the woodland lilies

Kissed with natures gentle dew

Lay them on the polished oak

And bid your love a fond adieu

ICE AND RAIN

 

Ice and rain

Sleet and hail

Storm and tempest

Wind and gale

The rugged rock

Cannot prevail

SWEET BELLS

 

Sweet bells

Long racemes

Of pinkish flowers

Abundant on

Bushy Deciduous shrubs

Across eastern States

IN SHADES OF RED AND ORANGE

 

In shades of red and orange

The sky burns with fire

Clouds in sunset are illuminated

Like smoke in a funeral pyre

 

WHISPERING BELLS

 

Whispering bells

The viscid herb

Inhabiting the arid places

With its sticky leaves

And pendulous bell like

Yellow flowers

Blooming in the desert

Of the south-western states