Poems by
Dorothy Bridges
Spring

The trees bend in the wind
And spring has flung her hair
To dry off April's showers
In the bright May air
The tears on my wet cheeks
Are drying in the sun
My broken heart is healed
My winter grief is done.
The flowers all are glowing
Mustard fields are gold
The old grey thoughts are dead
New loveliness I hold
Oh God what are the sorrows
That the year may bring
As long as I know love
And breathe the brimming spring
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Sunday

Quiet are the blue-grey hills
Burdened with the fall of snow
Quiet is the evening sky
Burnished with a sunset glow
Quiet is the thinning wind
Blowing now through barren trees
Quiet are my winter dreams
Gentle are my reveries