Spring Keeps Its Turn

 “No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn.  April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it."  -  Hal Borland

This morning’s sunshine hinted at Spring’s finally arriving.   I think late April and not March 20^th really ought to be the “official” start of Spring.   The earlier time mocks us with repeats of snow, ice and blustery days that say anything but Spring being in the air.  Whereas the morning air on these late-April days not only touches us with a soft caress but also is filled with the songs of hundreds of birds – something I don’t recall at all during those March "pretender Spring" days.

For a slight variation on Saturday's Poem, here are a few words by the bards written about and in April, such as Borland’s above and those below to both describe and “Welcome Spring.”  

 "The sun was warm but the wind was chill.  You know how it is with an April day."
-  Robert Frost

 "I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden."
-  Ruth Stout

 

"The year's at spring
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill sides's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his heaven -
All's right with the world!"
-  Robert Browning