Let the little birds sing;Let the little lambs play;
Spring is here; and so 'tis spring; --
But not in the old way!
I recall a place
Where a plum-tree grew;
There you lifted up your face,
And blossoms covered you.
If the little birds sing,
And the little lambs play,
Spring is here; and so 'tis spring --
But not in the old way!
And the little lambs play,
Spring is here; and so 'tis spring --
But not in the old way!
~~ Edna St. Vincent Millay from 'Three Songs of Shattering'
I hear more people saying that spring seems to be peaking out at them in their corner of the world. Here in Holland, we have not had any real winter to speak of. Our weather is very warm for the time of year and the birds are busily singing in chorus. Whether you are of the mind that Mother Nature is simply repeating historical extremes or this is the result of global warming, this winter has been one of surprises for many around the world.
1 comment:
Heidi,
What a lovely poem and old watercolour. I was only commenting yesterday, that the crocuses are out under the Silver Birch. The snowdrops too, look like confetti against the brown damp soil. There is a definite smell of Spring in the air.
Hugs, Angela
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