Our days have warmed up nicely.
New grass and flowers are beginning their journey to awake.
Songbirds have returned, and there's a nightly croaking of a frog heard at the tiny pond.
Springtime appears.
For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins:
The days dividing lover and lover,
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
~ Algernon Charles Swinburne
~ Algernon Charles Swinburne
