Heav’n’s deepest blue,
Earth’s richest green,
Minted dust of stars,
Molten sunset sheen,
Are blent together
On this lithe brown feather,
In a disc of light—
Lithe, light!
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on June 21, 2020 by the Academy of American Poets.
Are you so weary? Come to the window;
Lean, and look at this—
Something swift runs under the grass
With a little hiss…
Now you see it ripping off,
Reckless, under the fence.
Are you so tired? Unfasten your mind,
And follow it hence.
This poem is in the public domain.