Sometimes, it’s good to just get away from the flock and dream of Spring.
Meanwhile, back in the news, I find this headline: “Trump moves ahead on gutting bird protections.”
Solitude
Category: Spring
More Robert Frost: A Prayer in Spring
In the spirit of Spring, here is another poem by Robert Frost — 100 years old and still very much relevant to our lives.
A PRAYER IN SPRING
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends He will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Despite the brutal winter, it appears that resilient Spring will not let us down. Driving today, I saw the first buds on trees — a golden hue that always reminds me of Robert Frost’s poem.
NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leafs a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
My Dog Ate a Lightbulb 