“I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
‘We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,’
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.”
– Oliver Herford
Dresses for breakfasts, and dinners, and balls;
Dresses to sit in, and stand in, and walk in;
Dresses to dance in, and flirt in, and talk in;
Dresses in which to do nothing at all;
Dresses for Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall.
~William Allen Butler, “Nothing to Wear”
A sure sign that Spring has finally arrived.
Spring is strong and virtuous,
Broad-sowing, cheerful, plenteous,
Quickening underneath the mold
Grains beyond the price of gold.
So deep and large her bounties are,
That one broad, long midsummer day
Shall to the planet overpay
The ravage of a year of war.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
~Margaret Atwood, “Unearthing Suite,” 1983
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
Spring has finally arrived.