Signs of spring are rushing past, but I am busy with my class…
Isn’t that the way life is? How much we miss!
Will beauty prompt me to linger next time? Or, per usual, continue rushing toward my next task?
Okay, so most of the time it’s raining, but still.
Spring in New Hampshire
Too green the springing April grass,
Too blue the silver-speckled sky,
For me to linger here, alas,
While happy winds go laughing by,
Wasting the golden hours indoors,
Washing windows and scrubbing floors.
Too wonderful the April night,
Too faintly sweet the first May flowers,
The stars too gloriously bright,
For me to spend the evening hours,
When fields are fresh and streams are leaping,
Wearied, exhausted, dully sleeping.