The Year Outgrows the Spring
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The year outgrows the spring it thought so sweet
And clasps the summer with a new delight,
Yet wearied, leaves her languors and her heat
When cool-browed autumn dawns upon his sight.
Withered Leaves
by Peter Burn
I watch the leaves as they fade and fall
And form a heap by my garden wall.
I think of my loss in days “to be,”
My garden’s wealth but a leafless tree.
The Circling Year
by Ramona Graham
SPRING
The joys of living wreathe my face,
My heart keeps time to freshet’s race;
Of balmy airs I drink my fill—
Why, there’s a yellow daffodil!
Along the stream a soft green tinge
Gives hint of feathery willow fringe;
Methinks I heard a Robin’s “Cheer”—
I’m glad Spring’s here!
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