Vernal Verity

They were pleasant spring days, in which the winter of man's discontent was thawing as well as the earth, and the life that had lain torpid began to stretch itself. - Thoreau

the river rises

kissing the sky

snow and ice melted and gone

no need to ask how or why

i know what happened

the crocuses told me

when they popped in and whispered their not so little surprises

Author's Note

"As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos and the realization of the Golden Age." - Thoreau