September 26, 2020

Springing

posted on: Thursday April 24, 2014

by Emily Goodnow ’14
Senior Portfolio Staff

When the birds sang this morning,
I remembered that
There is always a new season
Ahead.
You are never
Stuck
In one weather
Forever,
The earth eventually
Shifts
From crunchy leaves
To black ice,
Black ice
To creeping crocuses,
Creeping crocuses
To dewy lawn.

I thought that winter
Would insist
On staying
Like a child
Refusing
To leave a playground,
But Mother Nature
Must
Have put her foot down,
Because the birds sang this morning,
And I am certain
That spring will come.

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