On this first day of spring, I saw an ivory birch Lifting a filmy red mantle of knotted buds Above the rain-washed whiteness of her arms.
On this first day of spring, I saw a robin strutting, Thin, still, and fidgety, Not like the puffed, complacent ball of feathers That dawdles over the cidery Autumn loam.
On this first day of spring, Up the stocky hills Some springy shrub, a scarlet gash on the grayness, Climbs, flaming, over the melting snows.
On this first day of spring, The willows are young and golden, Their tall tips flinging the sun’s rays back at him; And as the sun drags over the tree tops, The willows glow, the scarlet bushes burn, The high hill birches shine like purple plumes, A royal headdress for the brow of Spring.
It is the doubtful, unquiet end of Winter, And Spring is pulsing out of the wakening soil.
— Adapted from the poem, "Bershires in April," by Clement Wood
posted on Mar 20, 2008 7:35 AM ()
Comments:
How beautiful, and Happy Spring!
Living in Florida, I miss watching the renewing of life that spring offers. Fall and spring....simply inspiring.
My neighbors saw two robins yesterday. I hope they brought jackets for what's coming this weekend.
Beautiful words and pictures. It's been spring here for a while. WE start early down here.
although it is chilly here today I know it can only get better from now on. my forsythia is blooming and its gorgeous! I have seen a few robins bouncing around in my yard.
The golden hue of spring is the most difficult hue to maintain. Lovely, Martha--the robin, harbinger of spring, is beckoning!