Surely Spring is on her way.

“Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing;

Where in the whitethorn
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.

Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs
Arching high over
A cool green house:

Full of sweet scents,
And whispering air
Which sayeth softly:
“We spread no snare;

“Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.

“Here the sun shineth
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be.”
~Christina Rossetti~Spring Quiet ~

Today, it snowed again. Today, I wished for spring. The world is white, white, pale and cold. Snow is a magical thing but spring is needed. Sometimes lately, the sun appears and for the first time in so many months, there is a strange sensation on your skin-just a little warmth, mesmerizing and tantalizing.