When you see upon the walk
Circles newly made of chalk,
And around them all the day
Little boys in eager play
Rolling marbles, agates fine,
Banded, polished, red as wine,
Marbles crystal as the dew,
Each with rainbows twisted through,
Marbles gay in painted clay,
Flashing, twinkling in your way,
When the walk has blossomed so,
Surely every one must know
None need wonder who has heard
Robin, wren, or Peter-bird;
Sure the sign as song or wing,
It is spring!
A Sure Sign
by Evaleen Stein
4 comments:
Good morning Becky ~ Oh, how I wish we had Spring buds showing. It is warming up here, and we have daylight from 7am to 9pm now, but everything is still dormant for a few more weeks... then the pussy willows will be the first to announce that Spring is officially here!
...Oh... and I forgot to tell you that I have a little give-away over at Star's Fault. See you soon!
Blessings ~ Eileen @ Star's Fault
I'm so glad you are joining our hankie swap! Can you email me at peggyandrews at mac dot com with your email so i can add you to the list? thanks!!
peggy / skipthechips
That is such a gorgeous photo, and beautiful poem as well. We're enjoying the first days of Spring in our new house in NC. Yaay! :D
p.s. you're a thread-starter:
http://etsybloggers.proboards83.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=dailypromothread&thread=389&page=3
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