Dorothy Irene Hillyer
With a far away thoughtful glance,
I see before me a carpet of fine greenery.
I ponder and gaze in the quiet sunlight,
and see a mural of splendid finery.
Than I am strangely entranced,
longing for lasting beauty.
Wonderment so far reaching and everywhere,
if only I can make my eyes see.
A lovely bit of nature
to renew my troubled soul.
As alone my sad misfortunes
are blow upon blow.
They carry me deep into a crevasse
beyond my simple needs.
A chilling sorrow suddenly touches my mind,
to burrow and plant permanent ...