Spring, Etc.

And now at last I come to it: spring,

Spring with his shoures sote,

Shoures of snow stille in Minnesota

But spring all the same, starting all over

All of those worthy projects in grass and clover

That somehow got tabled last October.

 

Spring in the trees and gardens, spring in the mind,

Spring in the fields and rivers, spring in the blood,

Spring, spring, spring, and then again spring,

Wet, warm, bright, green, good.

 

So now at last I come to it,

Long long overdue,

Come to it late by bobsled and skate but come

To it, by golly and gum!

To it! Tu-whit, tu-who!

 

 

Reed Whittemore

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