Thoreau

Happy spring!

by Amy Belding Brown

The first day of spring
and it's snowing again;
the white scalloped trees
raise a winter amen.

For here in New England
even weather will not
conform to a standard
some bureaucrat's wrought.

It's the land of H. Thoreau;
eccentricity's king
so we don't play by rules
that steal life of its zing.

Whoever said spring comes
in March must be mad,
for in my recollection
no green's to be had

'til the far end of April
and then it's still pale
as the beach sand in summer
or a schooner's mainsail.

So while warmer climes tease
with their flowering boughs,
I'll sit by my window
and count the snowplows. :-)

March 20, 2002

Copyright © Amy Belding Brown