Forest Storm

Misty wraiths abroad today
Are pelting forest leaves
With wet wind-flowers flung away
From gray cloud-sheaves.
Tip-tap - drip-drop,
And oft a rushing scurry
Of shaken spray, loosed from the top
Of north wind's flurry;
Swish-swash, branches raking;
Snip-snap, - twigs a-breaking;
Stormy incidents like these
Are frolics rare, for trees.

Kansas Poets
Edited by May William Ward
(New York: Henry Harrison. 1935)
Page 204

May 3, 2005 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org