Spring, Glorious Spring
We’re still a week away from the official start of spring, but here in Seattle Mother Nature jumped the gun. We’ve had a beautiful week of spring-like weather, with another one coming our way. Here is a magnolia (I think) singing it’s song.
Beyond that, there’s real hope of the pandemic shroud gradually lifting this spring. We have a sane President. And help is coming for the poor. Instead of another bill that makes the rich richer, the ARP will help the have-nots, especially children.
So let’s celebrate! Here’s a song I love, “Mighty Soul” by Langhorne Slim. It’s part of his new Trump Years album. The song and accompanying video are guaranteed to put a smile on your face.
And here’s one of my absolute favorite spring poems, “The First Green of Spring,” by David Budbill.
The First Green of Spring
Out walking in the swamp picking cowslip, marsh marigold,
this sweet first green of spring. Now sautéed in a pan melting
to a deeper green than ever they were alive, this green, this life,
harbinger of things to come. Now we sit at the table munching
on this message from the dawn which says we and the world
are alive again today, and this is the world’s birthday. And
even though we know we are growing old, we are dying, we
will never be young again, we also know we’re still right here
now, today, and, my oh my! don’t these greens taste good.
I know that many readers are in parts of the country where spring comes much later than it does here in the Pacific Northwest. But spring is coming. God is good.