A collection of poetry, stories & artwork by Mary Grace Dembeck. All work on blog is copyrighted.
Monday, February 25, 2013
SECRETS The Woods are dressed; They wear their green and leafy airs With mystery, Yet all the secrets they contain They offer to reveal to me If I'll but walk among the moss, The sorrel and the blue vervain, And search the leaves and limbs and roots For tendered truths, But all in vain. I sense the Whispered Wildness hush To watch the solvings I may do, Then sigh for poverties of mind That make me blind To every clue.