Awake, thou wintry earth -
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"
Remember when the earth was green and smelled of dirt and rain and hope?
And every morning, happy thing, she went about spreading joy in every conceivable color of the rainbow,
colluding with the sunbeams and the butterflies frolicking with happy abandon.
I remember birds
and children
trilling with excitement.
I remember wise old trees bursting with pride, nonetheless a little green with envy given the riot of color at their feet garnering all the attention.
It's the memories of spring that sustain me now, knowing that this,
and this,
and this, too, shall pass.
Thirty-seven more days, officially, for whatever that's worth. Undoubtedly not much for those of us living north of the Mason-Dixon line.
Then again, who's counting?
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Thirty-seven more days, officially, for whatever that's worth. Undoubtedly not much for those of us living north of the Mason-Dixon line.
Then again, who's counting?
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