A Touch Of Nature

by Thomas Bailey Aldrich — a poem card from Justes Mots

A reflection on spring's arrival and how nature's renewal awakens a primal kinship with wild things, even from the urban distance of memory. The poem contrasts the city's noise with remembered pastoral landscapes and finds spiritual connection in seasonal change. It suits those nostalgic for nature or seeking renewal.

When first the crocus thrusts its point of gold
Up through the still snow-drifted garden mould,
And folded green things in dim woods unclose
Their crinkled spears, a sudden tremor goes
Into my veins and makes me kith and kin
To every wild-born thing that thrills and blows.
Sitting beside this crumbling sea-coal fire,
Here in the city's ceaseless roar and din,…

Themes: love · new-baby · wedding · friendship