|The crocii have finally appeared! I had despaired of spring, and here they were this morning, peeking out between the oak leaves in my back yard (notice the light frost on the vinca leaves). It’s been a long winter.I’ll let Blake say the rest, except for this: no matter how dark, or cold, the world you find yourself in, there may be light, waiting, just around the corner.
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
The hills tell one another, and the listening
Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds
O deck her froth with thy fair fingers; pour