Treasures

While life is at the springtime,
I shall garner many things -
The song that in the morning
A joyous redbird sings;
The perfume of the lilac
That the sighing south wind brings;
The softly silken shimmer
Of a field of young green corn;
The web a spider stretches
All dew-wet upon the thorn;
Long, slanting, lacy shadows
And the grass which they adorn.

~ Edith Tatum