Monday, March 21, 2011

Spring

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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