Frost In March

Robert Frost is one of my all-time favorite poets. His lyrics are organic: heavy with meaning yet light for reading. In this part of the world we've already had some very warm days as winter gives way to spring. However, snow is forecast for the weekend and it's this strange time of year when daffodils, tulips and crocuses poke through the snow that remind me of poems like this one:

To the Thawing Wind

Come with rain, O loud Southwester!

Bring the singer, bring the nester;

Give the buried flower a dream,

Make the settled snowbank steam.

Find the brown beneath the white;

But whate'er you do tonight,

Bathe my window, make it flow,

Melt it as the ice will go;

Melt the glass and leave the sticks

Like a hermit's crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;

Swing the picture on the wall;

Run the rattling pages o'er;

Scatter poems on the floor;

Turn the poet out of door.