A poem for the season by Katharine Tynan.
Now the spring’s coming with a willI said once, and mine eyes were wet,
By crocus beds and daffodil ways;
In a green sky the evening star.
My spring’s well over in this world
For a grave’s sake beside the sea.
Lo, and the grave with flowers is pearled,
And spring leaps in this heart of me:
I and the world so soon forget.
Speaking of springs, this may put a spring in your step. Ever heard of Lindsey Sterling? Me neither, until this morning. My viola playing daughter introduced me to her (because I’m always the last to know).