Spring in Town
The country ever has a lagging Spring,
Waiting for May to call its violets forth,
And June its roses–showers and sunshine bring,
Slowly, the deepening verdure o’er the earth;
To put their foliage out, the woods are slack,
And one by one the singing-birds come back…
This is yesterday’s deepening verdure. The winter rye is greening in front of the barn, tree buds are beginning to push forward and it is not only Juncos to the feeder.
BUT, Mother Nature has halted the verdant splendor and given us a more muted palate. Somehow, more quiet and composed.
Spring is most surely lagging in this northern state.