Fir Wood
'The fir trees taper into twigs and wear
The rich blue green of summer all the year,
Softening the roughest tempest almost calm
And offering shelter ever still and warm
To the small path that towels underneath,
Where loudest winds--almost as summer's breath--
Scarce fan the weed that lingers green below
When others out of doors are lost in frost and snow.
And sweet the music trembles on the ear
As the wind suthers through each tiny spear,
Makeshifts for leaves; and yet, so rich they show,
Winter is almost summer where they grow.'
- John Clare,1793 - 1864
A bit late in the day but here is my first effort for Garden Bloggers Muse Day - other muses can be found at Sweet Home and Garden Chigaco.
Thursday, 1 January 2009
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- Anna.
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Thank you Anna for joining our Garden Bloggers' Muse Day with that lovvely poem. I so love Evergreens as well perhaps because they do remind me of a kind of eternal summer. I love the last line " Winter is almost summer where they grow. "
ReplyDeleteHello Carolyn and thanks for stopping by. I liked the last line too with its sense of optimism.
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