At Vernal Equinox
Mar 15th, 2012 by admin
Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn.
I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing robin sing:
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.
-Christina Rossetti-
March bustles in on windy feet
And sweeps my doorstep and my street.
She washes and cleans with pounding rains,
Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
She shakes the grime from carpet green
Til naught but fresh new blades are seen.
Then house in order, all neat as a pin,
She ushers gentle springtime in.
-Susan Reiner, Spring Cleaning–
Where did Gabriel get a lily,
In the month of March,
When the green
Is hardly seen
On the early larch?
-Grace James-
[Photos all taken at 43°11’N and 89°14’W]