Spring

If there comes a little thaw, 

Still the air is chill and raw, 

Here and there a patch of snow, 

Dirtier than the ground below, 

Dribbles down a marshy flood; 

Ankle-deep you stick in mud 

In the meadows while you sing, 

"This is Spring." 

-Christopher Pearce Cranch 

I just love the imagery of in the meadows while you sing. 

HAPPY SPRING! 

xo