Optimism

It was 35° when I got up this morning.  I know it's no longer winter because the sun was already up at that time (5:30 a.m.) and there are leaves on the trees.  But it certainly feels like early March.  Time to think positively.

Summer is Coming

by Dora Goodale

“Summer is coming!” the soft breezes whisper;

“Summer is coming!” the glad birdies sing.

Summer is coming – I hear her quick footsteps;

Take your last look at the beautiful Spring.

Lightly she steps from her throne in the woodlands;

“Summer is coming, and I cannot stay:

Two of my children have crept from my bosom:

April has left me but lingering May.

“What tho’ bright Summer is crownèd with with roses.

Deep in the forest Arbutus doth hide;

I am the herald of all the rejoicing;

Why must June always disown me?” she cried.

Down in the meadow she stoops to the daisies,

Plucks the first bloom from the appletree’s bough;

“Autumn will rob me of all the sweet apples;

I will take one from her store of them now.”

Summer is coming! I hear the glad echo;


Clearly it rings o'er the mountain and plain.


Sorrowful Spring leaves the beautiful woodlands,


Bright, happy Summer begins her sweet reign