Posts Tagged ‘The Present’

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum;
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!


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The Present

‘Tis morning, and the dogs push out
   The door into the yard.
The sun’s still soft upon the hill;
   The day is fresh, not scarred. 

The deer stream down the sylvan slope;
    A dove sings to his mate.
The world is stretching, now awake;
   The day’s become its date. 

The hill is not aware of this,
   But I should fully be –
That I’ve been given yet again
   This prized commodity.


photo by John Boyer at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nkv8xwm/Sunrise+Trees


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

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