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All In the Lovely Weather
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Nancy Byrd Turner


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I took my trouble out to walk,
All in the lovely weather.
Too glum we were for any talk,

Just trudging on together
In silence, neither caring aught
For any job beneath the sun,
Till all at once, before I thought,
I cried, “Oh, please excuse me, Grief,
But there’s a maple bough in leaf!
And here’s a violet by a stone,
And oh, another one!”

I darted here, I darted there,
Such beauties twinkled everywhere
In blue and gold. “Forgive me, Trouble,
But here’s a crocus growing double,
And pinkish, too, I do declare!”
I found a robin’s nest; I found
Some spider lace along the ground;
I found a feather for my hair.
But when at last I looked around,
Where was my grief? I could not find
My grief at all.
                        Well, never mind;
Perhaps she strayed up in the hills
To gather daffodils.

 

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Nancy Byrd Turner (1880 - 1971) was born in Virginia. A descendant of both Thomas Jefferson and Pocohantas, Nancy began writing poetry as a child. She studied to become a teacher, and did teach for a few years, but eventually she became a magazine editor. During the course of her career, she published 15 books, several songs, and her work appeared regularly in the leading magazines of her day. Late in her life, Nancy became a freelance writer and a popular lecturer.

 


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Lori Levy:
Beautifully expressed.
Posted 03/13/2016 07:22 PM
Mary Lou Taylor:
I have put this poem in a special place.
Posted 03/13/2016 04:27 PM
paradea:
Yes. You can 'walk off' just about anything!!!
Posted 03/13/2016 12:29 PM
Newf:
This is just wonderful. Needs to be read again and again.
Posted 03/13/2016 10:31 AM
KevinArnold:
Interesting lineation, fun poem.
Posted 03/13/2016 10:00 AM
Jancan:
This lovely, well-written poem says a great deal about the healing power of nature! Janice
Posted 03/13/2016 08:42 AM
Laurenepersons:
It reminds me of a time I was with a group of special needs adults from a group home. I was caught up with all that I had to do, consumed with worry and hardly present. One of the young men said in very halting words, "Miss Lauren, is n't it a beautiful day?" Gold and bronze leaves swirled around, and I vowed I would look for beauty before grief that from that day on.
Posted 03/13/2016 08:31 AM
Jean :D:
What a delightful way to treat troubles & grief. This is a habit I want to develop when I'm talking/complaining to myself! To look at all the blessings we have no matter how small. Thank you & abundant peace to all.
Posted 03/13/2016 07:29 AM
rhonasheridan:
I am reading this on a nasty depressing morning and I am so glad to be reading it. The sky is bluer already. Thank you
Posted 03/13/2016 01:13 AM


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