4649410Poems — A Windy DayEdith Willis Linn
A WINDY DAY.
THERE'S not a leaf at peace;
The wind plays gaily with them all day long;
The willow swings and sways and sings its song,
The linden rustles, and the apple throws
Its arms about, and its green treasure shows,

There's not a flower still.
The poppies nod along the garden wall
In crimson glory; hollyhocks so tall
Sway back and forth; the marigold bends low
And looks into the bed where pansies grow.

There's not a cloud at rest;
They float and change and seem to swim the sky,
Great snowy clouds, like birds that soar and fly;
The arching heavens are blue as blue can be,
And seem to bend to kiss the spreading sea.

The waves dance in the sun;
They break in curling foam along the sand,
Singing a love song to the verdant land.
Light blends with shadow over mount and sea,—
Life seems but beauty, motion, melody.