MIINT AND WILLOW
SHALL I tell you where I found it?
In a shop where souvenirs were
Piled in myriad heaps and clusters
Shell, and bark; and ancient carvings,
Wood, and wampum; bone and leather.
There it hung upon the high wall
Worked in grass, and beads of silver,
Worked with loving care, and fashioned
Scene a dryad might have longed for,
Scene a poet must have dreamed of,
Scene two lovers saw, and lingered.
Surely none more fair than this one,
Sky as rose as dawn could offer
Tree so tall that stars might shelter
In its topmost branches resting,
Brook so clear it was a mirror
For a fawn to see its likeness,
Pebbles there of pearly whiteness—
Worked in grass of scented sweetness,
Worked on leather soft as satin,
Worked with beads of shining silver,
Painting called the Mint and Willow!
Painting, by an Indian maiden
One who dreamed a matchless vision,
One who dwelt with metal magic;
Skilled in art, and loving nature,
Working beauty into leather;
Painting gently, mint and willow!
Mint and Willow by Ruth Cleaves Hazelton; Ryerson Poetry Chapbook Series published by Ronald P. Frye and Co, Book Publishers, Toronto Canada. Poems by Twentieth Century Canadian poets, Cover art by Amber Albrecht.