Spring In Vermont Poem by Sarah Norcliffe Cleghorn

Spring In Vermont



A flash of hail and snow
Drives through the mountains gray
And sweeps the plain below,
And beats the fragile windflower down;
the dead leaf's darling is laid low.

The gusts browbeat the trees
And drive the sap to root;
The beechen buds they freeze,
And lash the blackberry shoot
That clings unto the stalwart brier,
and bends unbroken to its foot.

The melted drifts return
And brim the forest pool,
Engreening moss and fern,
And flooding to the full
The pale Canadian violet,
that loves the rising freshet cool.

In the late afternoon
Returns a Southern swallow;
Then to the woodland soon
Young men and maidens follow,
And call across from glen to glen,
'Arbutus in the Windward Hollow!'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 22 June 2016

From glen to glen! And, to respect nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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