Spring is never late in her arrival by date, although some of us may be embracing her warmth a little more quickly thanks to our favorable geographical location. Regardless of whether you are in New York or Albuquerque and your temperature gauge reads 24 or 72, sit back and enjoy a beautiful spring poem written by Harlem Renaissance poet Claude McKay.
After the Winter
By Claude McKay
Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night,
We’ll turn our faces southward, love,
Toward the summer isle
Where bamboos spire to shafted grove
And wide-mouthed orchids smile.
And we will seek the quiet hill
Where towers the cotton tree,
And leaps the laughing crystal rill,
And works the droning bee.
And we will build a cottage there
Beside an open glade,
With black-ribbed blue bells blowing near,
And ferns that never fade.
We hope you enjoyed this glimpse into spring! If your spring weather has not yet arrived, perhaps this will warm your spirit as you tighten your jacket against March’s shrill winds! Be comforted; spring is near!
