Springtime …

This poem has been going through my head all day.

All around I am seeing the beginnings of another beautiful Spring…
Lovely

    Flower Chorus

Such a commotion under the ground,
When March called, “Ho there! ho!”
Such spreading of rootlets far and wide,
Such whisperings to and fro!
“Are you ready?” the Snowdrop asked,
” ‘Tis time to start, you know.
“”Almost, my dear!” the Scilla replied,
“I’ll follow as soon as you go.
“Then “Ha! ha! ha!” a chorus came
Of laughter sweet and low,
From millions of flowers under the ground,
Yes, millions beginning to grow.

“I’ll promise my blossoms,” the Crocus said,
“When I hear the blackbird sing.
“And straight thereafter Narcissus cried,
“My silver and gold I’ll bring.
“”And ere they are dulled,” anothcr spoke,
“The Hyacinth bells shall ring.
“But the Violet only murmured, “I’m here
And sweet grew the air of Spring.

O the pretty brave things, thro’ the coldest days
Imprisoned in walls of brown,
They never lost heart tho’ the blast shrieked loud,
And the sleet and the hail came down;
But patiently each wrought her wonderful dress,
Or fashioned her beautiful crown,
And now they are coming to lighten the world
Still shadowed by winter’s frown.
And well may they cheerily laugh “Ha! ha !
“In laughter sweet and low,
The millions of flowers under the ground,
Yes, millions beginning to grow.
—Ralph W. Emerson

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