Thursday, July 30, 2009

Happiness In Seasons

I would delight in nothing less
Then pure, attuned, fair happiness!
This is the way I claim what's mine:
October fields in gleaming rye
The April blooms, the May divine
November's trees of crimson wine---
December snows, and August rains
The shining January lanes,
A lover's knot for month's between:
The silent February sheen.
Of March, July, September's breeze
I'd gain the pale, unswerving leaves
That drift amongst the lacy round
Of stars, and moon, and shadowed ground.
June, left alone, is not forgot:
Its final petaled joy has brought
Completeness to my soul---and blessed
I bask in graceful happiness!

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