The heavy shade bends to tall clover and grasses. The fleet bare feet burn where the warped boardwalk passes. The cherries gleam black under dark branches bending; The berries hang heavy at the long path's tired ending. With the phlox and petunias their lavish gifts flinging, With the larkspurs, the zinnias, the hollyhocks bringing Their pride and their comfort, the paling gate, swinging, Leads the path thro' the perfume and early stars peeping To the vine-covered door, that, a weathered watch keeping, Opens back thro' the hush of the prayer and the sleeping. The lifting corn cracks thro' the dark in high feather, Growing, grateful for grace of hot weather, God's weather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR DEVIL! by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A MID-DAY DREAMER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HER EYES TWIN POOLS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON NEEDLE THREADER IN NEED OF A NEEDLE by DARA WIER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |