How the wind shrieks! The fury of the gale Bends the great oaks Until their branches sway Like slender, waving arms Sent everywhere By the wild whim Of untamed, restless winds. Here, on my desk, Oblivious of the storm, Blue blossoms, Nestled in green, furry leaves, Breathe the still peace Of distant jungle lands. Secure in their adopted habitat, They wrap the room in stillness So complete That the shrill shrieking Of the winter winds Fades into distance. There is one I know, Whose presence Is as glowing and serene As these blue flowers Of far-off Africa. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WATER by HAYDEN CARRUTH COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TUOL SLENG: POL POT'S PRISON by KAREN SWENSON THE SCHOLAR GIPSY by MATTHEW ARNOLD |