MY leaning birch is yellower today And down the long fall haze that is the sky The sun shines on the grackles going by The row of poles where fading bean-leaves sway; Shadows like something out of summer stay Along the paths where sunflowers have grown high; I almost touch a yellow butterfly That flutters on a stalk and flies away. There is nostalgia that such gardens hold After full summer and before a frost. The bitter smell among the marigold By a north wall where grass is wet and cold Is half a memory a child has lost, And half a troubled thought of growing old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY THE BEST MEMORIAL by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS LAST DAYS OF BYRON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE CHIEF AMONG TEN THOUSAND (SONG OF SOLOMON) by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR THE MERMAIDEN by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON EARLY NIGHT by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON UNIVERSAL GOOD, THE OBJECT OF THE DIVINE WILL; AND EVIL by JOHN BYROM |