A Poem for Coming Home in December
"Afternoon on a Hill"
--Edna St Vincent Millay, 1892-1950
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.
And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
Posted on Mon, December 1, 2014
by Heidi Gilchrist