"I meant to do my work today ~ But a brown bird sang in the apple tree, And a butterfly flitted across the field, And all the leaves were calling me." Richard Le Gallienne
Somehow this quote says it all. There is so much to do around the house to get ready for weekend company and all I want to do is go outside. We are forecast for rain today so perhaps that will inspire me to get some things done. This is National Poetry Week. What is your favorite "spring" poem?
I just recently came across this one. I like it.
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by Christine Klocek-Lim
This morning, flowers cracked open
the earth’s brown shell. Spring
leaves spilled everywhere
though winter’s stern hand
could come down again at any moment
to break the delicate yolk
of a new bloom.
The crocus don’t see this as they chatter
beneath a cheerful petal of spring sky.
They ignore the air’s brisk arm
as they peer at their fresh stems, step
on the leftover fragments
of old leaves.
When the night wind twists them to pieces,
they will die like this: laughing,
tossing their brilliant heads
in the bitter air.
Love it - and I'm not familiar with the poet so thanks for introducing her to me.
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