Poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese

A Windflower

The wind stooped down and wrote a sweet, small word,
But the snow fell, and all the writing blurred:
Now, the snow gone, we read it as we pass,—
The wind’s word in the grass.

1. Telling the Bees
2. Spicewood
3. Lydia is gone this many a year
4. Old Houses
5. A Song for Candlemas

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