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. Trust
2. Telling the Bees
3. Writ in a Book of Welsh Verse
4. Mid-March
5. All Hallows Night

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