Rain taps on my window.A secret message to relay to me.News with gossip of love and death.Stories of heartbreak and redemption.Songs of hope and murder.Thunder rattles the windows.And for a second.I am alone.
I have a blanket, can you seeAlways foreboding and appallingCovering me like a shieldOutside I seem happyInside, my pain increasesPushing, throbbing against my blanketUntil I can take no moreFinding a cold, dark placeThat is where my blanket breaksSilent tears rain from my faceWashing away my pain, worries and loveWhen I am finishedI place my blanket back around meAnd I start back on my lonely pathSmiling, but broken
Consulting summer's clock,But half the hours remain.I ascertain it with a shock --I shall not look again.The second half of joyIs shorter than the first.The truth I do not dare to knowI muffle with a jest.
The frog half fearful jumps across the path,And little mouse that leaves its hole at eveNimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,Till past,--and then the cricket sings more strong,And grasshoppers in merry moods still wearThe short night weary with their fretting song.Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare,Cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bankThe yellowhammer flutters in short fearsFrom off its nest hid in the grasses rank,And drops again when no more noise it hears.Thus nature's human link and endless thrall,Proud man, still seems the enemy of all.
The Winters are so short --I'm hardly justifiedIn sending all the Birds away --And moving into Pod --Myself -- for scarcely settled --The Phoebes have begun --And then -- it's time to strike my Tent --And open House -- again --It's mostly, interruptions --My Summer -- is despoiled --Because there was a Winter -- once --And al the Cattle -- starved --And so there was a Deluge --And swept the World away --But Ararat's a Legend -- now --And no one credits Noah --