Tag Archives: Sense of the Seasons

On the “dainty weee blue flowers” that serve as “gentle messengers of spring”

“Forget not to blossom always when the springtime comes.”

“For see, as summer wanes, what beauty lies- / What consolation, too, within their sun-filled eyes.”

“And each broken reed of song / Grows into a flute.”

“For be it autumn, or be it spring, / Some flowers will bloom, and some birds will sing”

〜34 poems from a little-known, but oft-published, early twentieth century poet from Buffalo〜