Some secret stirring in the world There is some secret stirring in the world, A thought that seeks impatiently its word. Thomas Lovell Beddoes, The Mind of the Maker euphonymaking
Crown A Poem by Kay Ryan www.poetryfoundation.org Too much rain loosens trees. In the hills giant oaks fall upon their knees. You can touch parts you have no right to— places only birds should fly to. naturetreesmelancholytouch