Spring lifts her head
Robin’s song is crystal clear
Cold as an icicle,
Sharp as a spear.
I have seen Spring lift her head,
Snowdrops a-shivering,
Winter dead.(“Robin’s Song,” E.L.M. King)
Maybe I should have some commentary, but really — what more is there to say? The ground offers up crocuses this morning, and the spring birds are returning. Time to stop talking and listen, look, smell, rejoice!
Welcome, spring.
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Barbara H.
That’s lovely — I had never seen it before. I love the imagery of spring lifting her head in a flower blooming.
Mary Lee
Great photo. Perfect light. (Love the bird pics, too!) Ahhh…spring!
Janet
Thank you. The crocus had snow on it later in the day, but it still stood tall.
I like the poem because my daughters memorized it (on their own initiative) in about 5 minutes. It just seemed to be a perfect fit for the season.
Ruth
I love the poem and the photo!