By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 06, 2017 But This He Left By Mary Gustafson Here, birds have homed; in this place he knewAnd kept each leaf and flower in place. This spotIs where he planted Concord grapes that grewTo form an arbor, cover for the cotWhere he could pause at sun-tipped noon. A goldfinchFlutters limb to limb, and butterfliesDrop sipping to a buttercup. The scoldOf blue jay chatters up the hours when skiesAre clear. Ferns lift ...
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