As of the writing of this blog, we are about twenty minutes into Spring. It is definitely time for a couple of poems:
Fisherman's Luck
(1899)
Henry van Dyke (1852–1933)
The first day of spring is one thing,
and the first spring day is another.
The difference between them is
sometimes as great as a month.
Two Tramps in Mud Time
(1936)
(1936)
Robert Frost (1874–1963)
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March.
Happy Spring and peace to all,
Pastor Linda+
The Rev. Linda McCloud
Founding Pastor
The Episcopal Church of Our Savior at Honey Creek
1 comment:
Unless you live in the Deep South and you've got the heat on in the morning and the air conditioning by noon.
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