Spring Peepers

The Spring Peepers are making their first sound today on March 28, 2007. Spring is coming and is right around the corner.

By Yeats

HE MOURNS FOR THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME
UPON HIM AND HIS BELOVED, AND LONGS FOR
THE END OF THE WORLD

DO you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?
I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;
I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns,
For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear
Under my feet that they follow you night and day.
A man with a hazel wand came without sound;
He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way;
And now my calling is but the calling of a hound;
And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by.
I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West
And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky
And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest.

On a Poet's Lips I Slept

Shelley

On a poet's lips I slept
Dreaming like a love-adept
In the sound his breathing kept;
Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,
But feeds on the aerial kisses
Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses.
He will watch from dawn to gloom
The lake-reflected sun illume
The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom,
Nor heed nor see what things they be;
But from these create he can
Forms more real than living man,
Nurslings of immortality!
One of these awakened me,
And I sped to succour thee.

March 3, 2007

A warm day with melting snow. Very sunny with clouds late. I pulled my back while moving a downed tree in the backyard. Although it feels like spring, winter can still be around and cause problems.