If there comes a little thaw,
Still the air is chill and raw,
Here and there a patch of snow,
Dirtier than the ground below,
Dribbles down a marshy flood;
Ankle-deep you stick in mud
In the meadows while you sing,
“This is Spring.”
- C. P. Cranch, A Spring Growl.
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Great little poem. I kept thinking to myself at the end that the “This is Spring” refrain should have been repeated, perhaps just to balance the poetic meter. But then I thought, maybe Cranch did that on purpose as another way of saying that all is not what it should be, that spring is not living up to its romantic imagery.
Weird, my last comment didn’t go through.
I also think Cranch did that on purpose. This is a very odd time of year. 🙂