Dichroic Reflections

I’ve lost spring

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I’ve lost spring

It’s supposed to be almost 90 degrees F in Phoenix today. There’s still snow on the ground here. I would enjoy the contrast, except that when I go home in two weeks, there will probably still be snow here, and temperatures there will be well in the nineties.

I feel like I’ve lost spring this year -- three months of gorgeous weather gone that I’ll never get back. There’s a poem in there someplace, but I may never forgive my company for this.

A. E. Houseman, smart enough not to waste his springs, wrote this one:

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now

Is hung with bloom along the bough,

And stands about the woodland ride

Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,

Twenty will not come again,

And take from seventy springs a score,

It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom

Fifty springs are little room,

About the woodlands I will go

To see the cherry hung with snow.

Posted by dichroic at March 20, 2001 02:31 PM