poets tackle spring

And so it's spring again so what
Leaves are leaves again no tree forgot.

-- Gregory Corso

Such a cold, lingering winter. Yesterday, March 22, snow fell (again) in my mother's yard in Asheville, N.C.

But hey, the trees have NOT forgotten. They're doing what they do . . leafing and budding. SUMMER FALL WINTER SPRING.

Next week might bring us something like the grand explosion of spring happiness felt way up north . . . in Copenhagen, Denmark. My winter there was extreme: brutal, long and dark. And spring also extreme: sweet, brief, with endless light.

Old man Chaucer's classic:
"Wan that Aprille with his shores sotte, the dracht of March hath perced to the rotae . . . "

If your high school English teacher didn't make you memorize it, learn it now! You'll be a richer person for knowing the Prologue to Canterbury Tales . . in Olde English

Spring = Inspiration