Cold and dark nights knew not we
Nor an evening's warm fire light
Only a little snow did we see
A Winter's tale on one icy night
Fair Winter into the past receding
Onward Texas, this wondrous land
Relentless sun and respite needing
Behold, Spring once more at hand!
Underneath the yearling green
Hopes held dormant hibernate
Seeking, longing for things unseen
Another Winter's day to liberate
Ye weary days of Winter, rest!
Slumber and renew your energy.
In molten months, we'll roam distressed
Until again met with a mighty season's apogee.
Many love the season of spring, myself included. Yet, I enter it with trepidation, my gaze cast over my shoulder to the fading promise of a favorite season. Arctic blasts heralding the portent of snow, but usually leaving only ice, or more often nothing at all. Still I mourn its passing, and look forward to its return year after year.
There seems to be some controversy regarding the date of this year's vernal equinox; it arrives at 12:07 AM UTC (3/21), or 7:07 PM CDT (3/20). So, it occurs either today or tomorrow, depending on where you are. Take the time to read Natalie Angier's article in today's New York Times, "The Tilted Earth at It's 'Equal Night of Spring'" . In it she writes, "Whatever the date, go on and celebrate, for the vernal equinox is a momentous poem among moments, overspilling its borders like the swelling of sunlight it heralds." Delightful writing, and a fulfilling conclusion.
Although I write here of a passing season, I should highlight one fact. The greatest snowfall I've ever seen occurred April 19th, 1996, while I was camping. April, as you know, is the heart of spring here.
Hope remains.
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