It's here. That elusive thing called spring. I remember so many years ago when I lived in NYC, how the sight of blossoms and the promise of spring delighted me. Nowadays, spring leaves me saddened by the deaths of my father and Gracie; joyful for the births of Sam and Annabelle.
It makes me smile, at the pink outside my window; and cry at the unexpected chill, the cold driving rain.
For you, dear readers:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/171754
