For Spring

For flowers that bloom about our feet;
For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet;
For song of bird, and hum of bee;
For all things fair we hear or see,
Father in heaven, we thank Thee!

For blue of stream and blue of sky;
For pleasant shade of branches high;
For fragrant air and cooling breeze;
For beauty of the blooming trees,
Father in heaven, we thank Thee!

(by Ralph Waldo Emerson; photo by ROverhate via

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love poetry especially if read outside sitting in the tall grass. My Aunt was a cousin of Emily Dickinson. My aunt Caroline was a grand woman of times past. I would observe everything she did and said. Thank you