In Spring, the bloom, Drip, drip of dew drops. The blossoms blushing. Like laughter in the sun, The earth remembers joy, Every bending stem, Every dance of clover. —Katherine Mansfield
- Katherine Mansfield
In Spring, the bloom, Drip, drip of dew drops. The blossoms blushing. Like laughter in the sun, The earth remembers joy, Every bending stem, Every dance of clover. —Katherine Mansfield