A Song To Her

I found her in autumn In her new blue dress Every shade was in bottom Of gone summer's caress I knew though her song Of love that we made When themes were young As in early blossoms grade And as the saying old goes Each blossom will seed If its surroundings all glows In fertile soil without weed The warm scent of summer Gives its enchanting appeal And to every newcomer A new proliferation feel I found her also in spring When she wore all white And with seedlings did sing When they turned to the light All new that here comes I know is of the living riches And with her it all plumbs When the dark ways she ‘ditches’