LXXIX

Don September 11th, 2009

LXXIX Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.” 

The morning in question was May 13, 1978, in case anyone is keeping track.

 

As Fresh as May Morning

  

I find myself increasingly in favor of this weather,

Glad that there should be such things as billowing pecan trees,

That every leaf should wildly dance with the wind in gay abandon

While the dark and somber pine trees pretend to take no notice

But the bright, elfin sun-beams dart about and take in everything,

Especially the diamonds bestowed upon the grass

By the largesse of the thunderstorm that lately rumbled past.

Donald T. Williams, PhD

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