But these things are also Spring’s —
On banks by the roadside the grass
Long-dead that is greyer now
Than all the Winter it was;
The shell of a little snail bleached
In the grass; chip of flint, and mite
Of chalk; and that small birds’ dung
In splashes of purest white:
All the white things a man mistakes
For earliest violets
Who seeks through Winter’s ruins
Something to pay Winter’s debt.
While the North blows, and starling flocks
By chattering them on and on
Keep their spirits in the mist,
And Spring’s here, Winter’s not gone.
“But these things are also Spring’s”
Edward Thomas
But these things are also Spring’s —
On banks by the roadside the grass
Long-dead that is greyer now
Than all the Winter it was;
The shell of a little snail bleached
In the grass; chip of flint, and mite
Of chalk; and that small birds’ dung
In splashes of purest white:
All the white things a man mistakes
For earliest violets
Who seeks through Winter’s ruins
Something to pay Winter’s debt.
While the North blows, and starling flocks
By chattering them on and on
Keep their spirits in the mist,
And Spring’s here, Winter’s not gone.
“But these things are also Spring’s”
Edward Thomas
– LINK OF THE WEEK –
Operation Rice Bowl
Fun activities for Lent. Actually, this is a great site, as they accept small donations, are very efficient with contributions, and each week they provide a Friday recipe which is a great way to learn about the world.
– QUESTION OF THE DAY –
If you were a bug, what kind of bug would you be?