The Ichneumon Flies

The ichneumon flies are out busy and alert, they have renewed fire, happiness in their veins, Gossamer is seen in this season covering the grass with its films of silken cottony threads, By the foot paths the common currant is beautiful with its pendant racemes still with flower, In days long, long ago I could not have named but a handful of flowers, I can now name all. But that did not matter, names are names only, if something warms your heart does it matter, If you met a stranger and sat down talking would he be a better person if his name was known, Some people I would trust with my life after few words others I know well, I would walk away, Beautiful people roam this world, just to meet such a person, would enrich a lifetime forever.