Just when I think that spring can't come soon enough for me, I think of my friends in Boston, and realize I've got it easy this year.
This one's for you, Melanie.
I Woke: —
Night, lingering, poured upon the world
Of drowsy hill and wood and lake
And the breeze accompanied with hushed fingers
On the birches.
Gently the dawn held out to me
A golden handful of bird’s-notes.
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The round up is at Merely Day by Day.