Tag: fresh

  • 281

    O daybreak, that I am ever with fresh gladness seen, and not honoured to evenings conviction, that today I do not mean.

  • 104

    I imagine the air over yonder fields is as crisp and health-giving as enjoyed here, and wonder if the birds that sprinkle my stage with mirth and song, inherit with abandon the skies above them thither, and I hope as much.

  • 81: Greetings again, September

    The air is a blanket woven with gleeful murmurings and Spring light, as all of Nature’s children have awoken from Wintertide dreams, and climbing from their buds are rehearsing their powers, until a doting sun would lift them up.