“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
As we broke out of our latest bout with “the
last gasps of winter” (at least we can hope) and this morning’s sunshine hinted
at Spring’s finally arriving, I thought that late April and not March 20th
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.
Regardless, words by the bards written about and
in April, such as Borland’s above and those below seem to be much more accurate
in both describing and “Welcoming Spring.”
I’m with them.
"The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day."
- Robert Frost
- Robert Frost
"I love spring anywhere, but if I
could choose I would always greet it in a garden."
- Ruth Stout
- 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
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
Share A Writer’s Moment with a friend by clicking the g+1 button below.
No comments:
Post a Comment