Poems by James J. Murray

Oblige me ye O little sprites,
          Why is it so you fret?

I saw you flit your little wings,
           In startle at my sight

Afar a voice! I heard you sing,
            Your elfin songs that drew me

While morning mist upon your wings,
            Leave rainbows as you flee

Your lucent light has dawn aglow,
             As long the eddy rocks you go

Those limpid eyes so shiny bright,
             Awake my heart with gladness

So fret not all ye little ones,
              I'm only passing through

You've given to the morning mist,
               A wondrous golden hue.

The woods are shook this time of year
Quiet too as you can hear
And covered in a carpet white
All living things seem out of sight
The little brook that babbled cheer
Has slowed to but a weeping tear
Beset upon and choked in ice
Is stilled beneath a winter vise

Yet little signs of life appear
To signal winter's end is near
As crocus peep their little heads
Out from their whited forest beds
In colors pink and colors blue
They signal spring is coming due
Too soon be spread out far and wide
By dint of winter's waning tide