Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Where is Spring?


It's been cold, rainy, super windy here.  For awhile.  I need some sunshine and heat.  I want to get out and walk outside around a big pond while the birds are chirping.  I want to poke my fingers into dirt and plant a few seeds.

Every morning I wear my winter coat still to work.  Today I actually didn't need it when I walked out the door after school.  Halleluja. But then I had things I had to get done and I'm left just gazing outside.  I can hear a bird chirping loudly every few minutes.  His chatter seems to say "Where is Spring?"

Now that I'm done with my inside meetings and appointments I'm headed outside for a quick run around the block, some stretches in the cemetary park across the street, and maybe, just maybe I'll have some time to get some seeds started in my starter pots.  For now I leave you with this springtime poem.

Spring

By William Shakespeare
When daisies pied and violets blue
   And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
   Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
                         Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: Oh word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
   And merry larks are plowmen’s clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
   And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men; for thus sings he,
                         Cuckoo;
Cuckoo, cuckoo: Oh word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear!

It's Shakespeare...
Does he mean married men are mocked because it is Spring?  
I don't know. I like the rhythm of the poem though.  Enjoy!

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