The fields flow with fireweed; the birches on the hillrise Sing a psalmody of summer weather; wintergreen and bunchberry hide their scarlet earrings among the brake fern, And goldenrod waves many a saffron feather. The pines spread dark wings, veiling the forest floor, Where the fawn runs with velvet feet, stirring up the bronze needles until their sweet aroma drifts out Where sun and shadow meet. The landscape sways with motion, rocking rhythmically in a cerulean cradle; Shadows move ahead of wands of light; the singing dance of morning slows to the beating march of noon, flows into adagio At the coming of the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE RANGITAKI VALLEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: STATE'S ATTORNEY FALLAS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER PEOPLE'S SURROUNDINGS by MARIANNE MOORE |