DOGWOODS

To dreamy languors and the violet mist

Of early Spring, the deep sequestered vale

Gives first her paling-blue Miamimist,

Where blithely pours the cuckoo's annual tale

Of Summer promises and tender green,

Of a new life and beauty yet unseen.The forest trees have yet a sighing mouth,

Where dying winds of March their branches swing,

While upward from the dreamy sunny South,

A hand invisible leads on the Spring.

His rounds from bloom to bloom the bee begins

With flying song and cowslip wine he sups,

Where to the warm and passing southern winds,

Azaleas gently swing their yellow cups.Soon everywhere, with glory through and through,

The fields will spread with every brilliant hue.

But higher o'er all the early floral train,Where softness all the arching sky resumes,

The dogwood dancing to the winds' refrain,

In stainless glory spreads its snowy blooms.

Dogwood Blossoms

by 

George Marion McClellan

 

George Marion McClellan (September 29, 1860 – May 17, 1934) was an American writer. Born in Tennessee, McClellan was educated at Fisk University and Hartford Theological Seminary. He worked as a Congregationalist minister and as a high school teacher and principal. His writing, generally self-published, included both prose and poetry.  You can click on his name underneath the poem to find out more.