The Wild Flowers Come Again
This week’s choice is by John Clare and it is “I love to see the summer beaming forth” which I have chosen for fairly obvious reasons.
Day and Night and Night and Day
This week’s choice is “Clock a Clay” by John Clare, and it marks the onset of Spring (hopefully).
Liquid Gold Is the Air
This week’s poem is by John Clare (1793—1864) and is a celebration of the early days of autumn when you can still get lovely hot days like today has been.