Hi...haven't been around these parts in awhile. But in days of yore we used to get some pretty good poetry threads going from time to time where folks posted some of their favorite poems, or whatever happened to catch their fancy at the time as per emotional or seasonal relevance. So I had a hankerin' to kick one off again...and with hope lookin' towards Spring after too many blizzards I'd like to start it off with one of my all-time favorite works (note: Hyla is a breed of frog that inhabited the brook):
HYLA BROOK
by Robert Frost
BY June our brook’s run out of song and speed.
Sought for much after that, it will be found
Either to have gone groping underground
(And taken with it all the Hyla breed
That shouted in the mist a month ago,
Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow)—
Or flourished and come up in jewel-weed,
Weak foliage that is blown upon and bent
Even against the way its waters went.
Its bed is left a faded paper sheet
Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat—
A brook to none but who remember long.
This as it will be seen is other far
Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.
We love the things we love for what they are.
