A lullaby mother at evening, A shimmering fairy at dawn, A kind-armed friend all summer For birds to rest upon. A treasurer of wealthy coins At autumn time; And then, 'till spring, a lone, gray lass In a cold, cold clime. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |