I don’t think there is any season I look more forward to than spring. I live in the north country and here spring can be a long time coming but when it does it is awesome. No matter what the calendar says spring around here comes when spring comes but there are some sure signs and it always arrives in all its splendid glory…
IT’S NOT SPRING UNTIL
The calendar may say it’s spring
but the calendar is wrong.
It’s not spring in the north country
until we hear the red-wings song.
It’s not spring in the north country
until the geese fly north,
wing their way back from Georgia
once the sun warms up the earth
and the snow has melted down,
and the rivers are running free.
The calendar may say it’s spring
but it’s not spring to me
until the daffodils are blooming,
the crocus have popped out of their beds
and the catkins in the willows
have shown their furry heads.
It’s not spring in the north country
until maple sap flows
to the sugar house where the syrup is made
with its sweet, golden glow.
It’s not spring in the north country
until the robin chants,
and fiddleheads are tuning up
and dandelions dance.
It’s not spring in the north country
‘til silver lizards gobble snow
and carry it where freshets run
to join the river’s flow.
The calendar may say it’s spring
but the calendar is wrong.
It’s not spring in the north country
until we hear the red-wings song.
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