If there comes a little thaw,
Still the air is chill and raw, Here and there a patch of snow,
Dirtier than the ground below,
Dribbles down a marshy flood;
Ankle-deep you stick in mud
In the meadows while you sing,
"This is Spring."
-Christopher Pearce Cranch
I just love the imagery of in the meadows while you sing.
HAPPY SPRING!
xo
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