It's Springing

Another Early Spring  

Should we be worried?
Or just accept it, together with Emily Dickinson?





 A light exists in spring   
  Not present on the year   
At any other period.   
  When March is scarcely here   
 
A color stands abroad           
  On solitary hills   
That silence cannot overtake,   
  But human nature feels.   
 
It waits upon the lawn;   
  It shows the furthest tree           
Upon the furthest slope we know;   
  It almost speaks to me.