Hilda Conkling

From “Song Nets”

Song nets,
I weave you with all my love.
You glitter like pearls and rubies,
In you I catch songs like butterflies.
You go past my reaching hand
With a thin gauzy floating,
And the songs are caught
Before they fade away.
Last night
My hand caught a song
Of pines and quiet rivers:
I shall keep it forever.

MORNING is a picture again,

With snow-puffed branches

Out of the wind;

With the sky caught like a blue feather

In the butternut tree.

I cannot see the world behind the snow;

But when I look into my mind,

There, with all its people and colors,

The world sits smiling

Quite warm and cosy.

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