Monday off...

I have a Monday off and I want to get some writing done but I also have (ugh) housecleaning to do and some errands to run so writing may be a later in the day thing. I'm off but it's still Monday so here's a bouquet of spring and poem by William Dean Howell's to fit the petal's delicacy...

Earliest Spring
~William Dean Howell's 

TOSSING his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles, 
Lion-like March cometh in, hoarse, with tempestuous breath, 

Through all the moaning chimneys, and 'thwart all the hollows and 

angles 

Round the shuddering house, threating of winter and death. 

But in my heart I feel the life of the wood and the meadow 

Thrilling the pulses that own kindred with fibres that lift 

Bud and blade to the sunward, within the inscrutable shadow, 

Deep in the oak's chill core, under the gathering drift. 

Nay, to earth's life in mine some prescience, or dream, or desire 

(How shall I name it aright?) comes for a moment and goes-- 

Rapture of life ineffable, perfect--as if in the brier, 

Leafless there by my door, trembled a sense of the rose.

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