Its Spring Again

This morning, I looked outside my windows, and all around me the the signs of spring. This was the first thing I looked at and as I stared at the pink flowers against the blue of the sky and the white of the fence, I realized, spring is really here. As I watched the meadowlarks in the yard, this poem by Celia Thaxter came to me.
I had to share it once again, as her words are so much better than my own.

Spring Again

I stood on the height in the stillness
  And the planet's outline scanned,
And half was drawn with the line of the sea
  and half with the far blue land.

With wings that caught the sunshine
  In the crystal deeps of the sky,
Like shapes of dreams, the gleaming gulls
   Went slowly floating by.

Below me the boats in the harbor
   Lay still, with their white sails furled;
Sighing away into silence,
   The breeze died off the world.

On the weather-worn, ancient ledges
   Peaceful the calm light slept;
And the chilly shadows, lengthening,
   Slow to the eastward crept.

The snow still lay in the hollows,
   And where the salt waves met
The iron rock, all ghastly white
   The thick ice glimmered yet.

But the smile of the sun was kinder,
   The touch of the air was sweet;
The pulse of the cruel ocean seemed
   Like a human heart to beat.

Frost-locked, storm-beaten, and lonely,
   In the midst of the wintery main,
Our bleak rock yet the tidings heard;
   "There shall be spring again!"

Worth all the waiting and watching,
   The woe that the winter wrought,
Was the passion of gratitude that shook
   My soul at the blissful thought!

Soft rain and flowers and sunshine,
   Sweet winds and brooding skies,
Quick-flitting birds to fill the air
   With clear delicious cries;

And the warm sea's mellow murmur
   Resounding day and night;
A thousand shapes and tints and tones
   Of manifold delight,

Nearer and ever nearer
   Drawing with every day!
But a little longer to wait and watch
   'Neath skies so cold and gray;

And hushed is the roar of the bitter north
   before the might of the spring,
And up the frozen slope of the world
   Climbs summer, triumphing.

(Celia Thaxter)

Thank you for visiting today, may your life today be filled with joy and blessing. May the warmth of the sun, and the warming of the earth fill you with the lovely promise of spring.
~Kim~