The healing rains have come, and once again Our Colorado prairies are in bloom, The fields are laced with color like a loom On which a weaver makes his pattern plain. The verdant sheen of swiftly-growing grain Gleams brightly, like a carpet on a room That long has lain without one, and all gloom Has fled, like dust before the slanting rain. So Nature works to cover man's mistakes, And where the dust once rose in swirling spray Now yellow cactus smiles, the yucca shakes Its plumy stalks, and fragrant bluebells sway. The cattle stand knee-deep in fresh-formed lakes And meadow-larks fling out their happy lay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VALEDICTION: OF THE BOOKE by JOHN DONNE MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER THE INVITATION (TO TOM HUGHES) by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE BENCH OF BOORS by HERMAN MELVILLE SHADOWS IN THE WATER by THOMAS TRAHERNE |