finally, a sign!


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.

To Spring

O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
through the clear windows of the morning, turn
thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!

The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn’d
up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
and let thy holy feet visit our clime!

Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds
kiss they perfumèd garments; let us taste
thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
upon our loesick land that mourns for thee.

O deck her froth with thy fair fingers; pour
thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
thy golden crown upon her languish’d head,
whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.

William Blake (from Poetical Sketches, 1783)