At Vernal Equinox
Posted in Poetry on Mar 15th, 2012
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. […]