And again we wake to freshly fallen snow. Winter has definitely outstayed its welcome. But as we endure the lingering cold and slosh slosh of warming snow I think how fitting that during this season of Lent, while we contemplate our Lord’s suffering and long for the joy that Easter brings, we should have to wait for the joy and warmth that Spring brings.
Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days,
Why the sweet Spring delays,
And where she hides, — the dear desire
Of every heart that longs
For bloom, and fragrance, and the ruby fire
Of maple-buds along the misty hills,
And that immortal call which fills
The waiting wood with songs?
The snow-drops came so long ago,
It seemed that Spring was near!
But then returned the snow
With biting winds, and all the earth grew sere,
And sullen clouds drooped low
To veil the sadness of a hope deferred:
The woods were bare: and every night the frost
To all my longings spoke a silent nay,
And told me Spring was far and far away.
Even the robins were too cold to sing,
Except a broken and discouraged note, —
Only the tuneful sparrow, on whose throat
Music has put her triple finger-print,
Lifted his head and sang my heart a hint, —
“Wait, wait, wait! oh, wait a while for Spring!”
He loveth best whose heart has learned to wait:
Dear messenger of Spring that tarried long,
You’re doubly dear because you come so late.
Excerpts from Late Spring by Henry Van Dyke
finally filled this out so i can comment! i love you, sister. that snow look beautiful and miserable at the same time.
Yay Krissy! Yes, it is beautiful, truly made me sick to wake up and see it, BUT I had to take some pictures!