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Thursday, March 01, 2007
A bit of poetry for the month of March
Here is a bit of poetry that speaks to me every March when I post it on my ribbon board:
from The First Spring Day
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, robins, sing; I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring...
The sap will surely quicken soon or late, The tardiest bird will twitter to a mate; So spring must dawn again with warmth and bloom, Or in this world, or in the world to come; Sing, voice of Spring, Till I too blossom and rejoice and sing.
I live in scenic northern New England with my handsome husband. We're empty-nesters with a bunch of adorable grandchildren. We love (tent) camping and traveling, but don't get away as often as we'd like to.