Weather and Seasons

The Storm King Comes


The leaves are flirting with the wind,
A stormy light plays o'er the earth,
As, from the west, the Storm King comes,
With thunders booming 'round his head,
While light'nings show his stern-set face.
His shoulders, wide, beneath a cape,
Of ebon black and heavy fold,
Seem bursting from that slight restraint,
Around him plays a warring host,
Of storms and tempests, strong and wild,
But on his face, a god-like calm.
Prevails against the noisy horde.


The Storm


Nature gave a show tonight,
Skies flashed bright with light,
Windows plinked by ice,
Trees swayed as in agony,
The show is over now,
Light flashes and then the rain,
The closing act.


Night Breeze


As though the breeze had bathed the sea,
Then came to me;
It breathed a cooling, sighing air,
Removing care;
And here within my lonely dreams,
It's wonder seems,
To watch, to hearten, grow and brood,
In solemn mood.


Evening



The sky is graying purple light,
And misty night-dreams creep,
Across the crested summit's peaks
While weary worldlings sleep.
The silence offers sweet repose,
The evening air is chill,
But in the night, a voice, a sigh,
Shows mortals, waking still.


Autumn's Crown


The dead, dry, rustling leaves,
The mottled, muted shades of red,
Black silhouettes of standing grain,
The frosty, hoar-rimed grass,
Great flocks of birds on pilgrimage,
The palest gold of moonlight mist,
Black nights that harbor spirit hordes,
The leering, laughtng pumpkin masks,
The solemn, sweet farewell to ghosts,
(The ghosts of summer's loves and joys),
In Autumn's crown these jewels are set.
Their varied hues and brilliant fire,
Still lending grace to dead delight.


A New Spring


A softness thrilled through all my limbs,
And gently overthrew my thoughts,
A softness born of quick'ning life,
The sweet rebirth that Spring has brought.


The howling winds are whisp'ring now,
All worshipping the lovely Spring,
Who moves amidst that joyous song.
The birds, their journey done, do sing.

Springtime

The green of spring is showing now,
On ev'ry limb and ev'ry bough,
I see her smile where'er I look,
In shadowed glen and quiet nook,
The flowers soon will burst in bloom,
For nature works upon her loom,
While spirits sing and hearts are light,
In happy dreams so fair and bright,
The lovers walking hand in hand.
Do not observe the lovely land,
But springtime echoes in their hearts.
Where bliss appears and gloom departs,
And now my heart in joyous song,
Would lift it's voice amidst the throng.