When I was young I lived in a world of dreams
Of moods and myths and illusionary schemes
Though now I’m much more grown up
I fear that I must own up
To the fact that I’m in doubt of
What the modern cynics shout of…
Hello Spring!!! We have been waiting for you. Winter was fine, and far less upsetting than anticipated, and for that we are grateful. But to have spring here is better. It adds a bounce to the steps of a day, even if the weather is slow to turn. It will come eventually. A song for the moment:
They say it’s spring
This feeling light as a feather
They say this thing
This magic we share together
Came with the weather too
Last night, a thunderstorm rumbled as if winter was still grumbling about the regime change. Spring often defers to winter’s wrath, sometimes right through April, but given winter’s comparative kindness this year, let it rumble. The daffodils are already pushing through the sunnier spots of the yard.
Could it be spring
Those bells that I can hear ringing
It may be spring
But when the robins stop singing
You’re what I’m clinging to
Though they say it’s spring
It’s you
Soon the strappy leaves will rise, with the buds of flowers not far behind. The snow will melt away, and one day we will marvel that it ever had the conditions to stay. Crocus and snowdrops will push the door open, and then the stampede of jonquils and tulips will follow suit. Then it will be May, possibly the happiest month of the year.
Yes, we are grateful that spring is here. May it take its time, and may we find joy in each of its days.
Did I need spring
To bring the ring that you bought me
Though it was spring
That wondrous day that you caught me
Darling I thought we knew
That it wasn’t spring
‘Twas you
