On this first day of calendrical spring, I’m dipping back into the archives for a 10-year-old post that still expresses my feelings perfectly.
As for the current experience, we have been in and out of warmer temperatures for a few weeks. The best harbinger of spring that I’ve seen was a handful of Canada Geese flying north this morning. North. They either know something I don’t or are just winging it: We still have snow, even on south-facing slopes.
This now-I’m-coming, now-I’m-not, will-it-ever-get-here spring sparked my second haiku.
Warmth plays peek-a-boo;
gritty drifts give ground slowly.
And yet, geese push north.