You know winter has been bad when even this snow lover is longing for spring. At last, it looks like spring has finally arrived here in the Mid-Atlantic, and this time I’m hoping it’s for good. March was dreary and cold and not to mention hectic. I hate to admit that I failed the March writing challenge to write every day, but there you go. I did well for about the first week and after that things went downhill. One of those “life gets in the way” situations.
I’m going to be optimistic about April. Spring is a time for new beginnings and renewal. The sun has been shining, flowers and trees are blooming, and inspiration is taking hold.
So I leave you with one of my favorite spring poems. My English professor loved to share his rendition of leaping lambs as he read this to us in class. This is definitely one to be read aloud.
by Gerard Manley Hopkins
(from The Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins)
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.