A Fragment
 
Dora Read Goodale (1866 - 1915)
 
from All round the Year, Verses from Sky Farm
 

I saw, as I walked the woodlands through,
Under September’s skies of blue,
A spray of leaves in a dress of gold,
Too fair and fragile for mortal hold.

For, as I broke the stem, I found
A shower of light had strewn the ground, –
Those who would grasp too much, will find
All worth having is left behind.

 

2010-20

 
   
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