Caroling Dusk/Quatrains

by Gwendolyn B. Bennett

For works with similar titles, see Quatrains.

QUATRAINS

1

Brushes and paints are all I haveTo speak the music in my soul—While silently there laughs at meA copper jar beside a pale green bowl.

2

How strange that grass should sing—Grass is so still a thing. . . .And strange the swift surprise of snowSo soft it falls and slow.