dear sweet little crocus, how I cherish you, cherish the immediacy of your joy. uncaring of heat or cold, rain or snow, up you come, arms...

My faithful shepherd is the Lord of love: His sheep He gathers to His fold above, restores my soul in paths of righteousness; His meadows...

the crisp, refreshing damp among the sedge the timeless hush of morning's primal lull the breakfasting of ducks at water's edge the...

How sweet the kindness of Your tender care! The bruiséd reed You do not break, but more its injured stem You stake and gently its...

A day of spring in winter came, an isle of warmth amid a sea of chill, like sturdy stones set fast in line to bridge a foaming torrent,...

Comes by night a fairer light, a pearl, the gentle moon; comes to light, in sable night, a star, the sailor's boon. Clouds around the...

the chill of morning creeps among the trees the waking of the world without a sound the rush of droplets rallied by the breeze the...

the milk-white lilac's sweet perfume intoxicates the senses, not perilous to seek its bloom, nor prickly its defenses. its dainty flower...

the chill of dawn lies heavy on the air the cool encroach of dew about my feet the sanguine blush of sunlight, warm and fair the scent of...

come now, my soul, and tread the slopes of God forsake the paths that worldly men have trod come, leave behind the lowlands of the fall...

dear son, the day is brightening the hall I hear your sighs, your bleary eyes I see: heed now the rising morning's cheerful call see how...

Dry lands shall rejoice, the waste places sing, the deserts, their voices all-blossoming, bring; earth's wonders abound and manifest...

dear son, the night is darkening the sky your eyes are heavy and your knees are weak: heed now the sweet and quiet lullaby the day is...

fair and lovely grew a lily in the meadow of the King over time her blossom faded in the heat and hailing wind yet her vigor He...

a tree, unmoving, stretches up its arms to grasp the day's remaining lucent charms; its branches sport a crown of golden red, its luster...

the languid evening lounges into golden-garbed repose as woods of sighing song, a chorus. seemingly disclose the rumors and the echoes of...

As billows closing over me, of late I've faintly reached for Thee. Hurl back these swells that compass me; Thou in my vision towering be,...

Verdant beauty all around besots my heart with peace; I watch Your colors lave the sky, and fears and sorrows cease. O gracious Father,...

a sylvan holt: unseen 'mid dusky velvet shade, dapples of jade appear when morning's hands light on the bolt; myrrh, flaxen, falls in...

Up swiftly spring the flowers fair, whose scents and visage grace the air: in gaiety, my spirits light and spreading wings of joy take...