And after peering beneath the leaves
buds new-opened and all the springing earth
regretting the blossoms fallen
daffodils shrunk back to bulbous brown
the faded fringing of muscari blue
sharp shooting stalks that hide the fragile
burst of Bethlehem stars
I raise my eyes to find a limpid sky
hot-blue with sun and twittering
with returning swallows
southern sun-drenched
already in strict evening dress.
This is such gorgeous language. Weren’t you just complaining about the cold?😀 I’m not ready for summer yet. I want it to be spring for awhile.
We’re coming out of the cold spell, and yo-yoing with higher than normal temps. The lilac is out and most of the trees are in leaf. Like you, I wish spring lasted longer!
We’re going back and forth, too. It’s supposed to be in the close to 80 F tomorrow–but with a wind advisory. I’d rather have it cooler and sunny and nice. But no one asked me. 🙂
No, they never do, do they? Funny that.
😀
How lovely – no sign here
It’s always a thrill to see the first swallows.