Jane Croft poet

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Nature Themes

Frost


We turned the horses out at fade of light

And saw the moonrise on the meadow’s crest

As brilliant stars announced the coming night

And fiery gleams sank slowly in the west.

On hill and hollow frost had lain all day

Thick-furring turf and tree and hawthorn hedge

With ice, and bound like iron the rutted clay

And rimed the furrows at the pasture’s edge.

Its beauty held us and we lingered yet

Both careless then of time, the passing hour

That brings the silent blight; the unseen threat

Whose stealthy touch destroys the budding flower.

The carefree day is gone that found us there:

Mere shadow, glimpsed like breath in frosty air.


 Rain

The summer I came home from Spain it rained:

For days on end the leaden skies poured forth

Their stored burden until the land was stained

Dark, and the air drenched with scent of wet earth;

And water gushed in streams and flowed in rills;

And weighed with droplets heavy flower heads;

And dripped from trees and clouded all the hills;

And scattered petals over garden beds.

The country held communion with the rain,

A sweet libation to a grateful soil

That offered up its own green soul again.

And I remembered Spain where, from their birth,

Men in baked and arid fields must toil

To coax a living from a grudging earth.