The first thaw whispers in the air, Life stretches beneath winter’s grip, Bud and blossom anticipate the sun, As spring dances with fluttering hearts, Nature awakens from slumber’s hold, A promise renewed in every bloom.
- Lola Ridge
The first thaw whispers in the air, Life stretches beneath winter’s grip, Bud and blossom anticipate the sun, As spring dances with fluttering hearts, Nature awakens from slumber’s hold, A promise renewed in every bloom.