UNDER the trees, orange and green, Nature breathes in a trance, Round clustered needles of drooping pine boughs Tiny gnats circle a dance. Sunlight lazy, copper and gold, On a ferny carpet lies thrown; Lingering, slowly, one by one, Yellow maple leaves flutter down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON JUBILATE AGNO: GARDNER'S TALENT by CHRISTOPHER SMART ECLOGUE: THE TIMES by WILLIAM BARNES CHRISTMAS AFTER WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES OCTOBER by MARIE DAVIES WARREN BECKNER THE FARMER'S SOLILOQUY by ROBERT CHARLES O'HARA BENJAMIN CAELIA: SONNETS: 3 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |