First Plowing in the Hills
When it’s too soon for spring, and even too soon To think of it, you’d think—some afternoon You’re sure to raise your eyes and see them there Cresting the topmost ridge that tries to pare Whole sections from the sky; a man and team Of horses plowing. Cloud and clod would seem To feel the […]
Helpers
Nothing could ever please my father more Than having all his grandfolk tag along To help him in the doing of each chore. His work was done much better with a throng Of little people dashing here and there And everywhere, each clamoring for a turn At everything from riding Kate, the mare, To turning […]
Severance
How long a single night can be We learned with anguished care. Eternity was every hour The night you entered there. And even when the throbbing gold Of day thrilled down the lawn, We gazed with unfamiliar eyes, Having no use for dawn. –written in November 1949, published first in ‘Window on Eternity’