I so look forward to spring. Longer days of sunlight, gradual warming, mowing the lawn for that first time, and the abundance of colorful flowers, it feels new everytime it happens.
I thought I’d share with you some of the gorgeous spring color, and also a poem by William Stafford. Mr. Stafford was a resident of Lake Oswego and is the City’s Poet Laureate.
Malheur before Dawn
An owl sound wandered along the road with me.
I didn’t hear it–I breathed it into my ears.
Little ones at first, the stars retired, leaving
polished little circles on the sky for awhile.
Then the sun began to shout from below the horizon.
Throngs of birds campaigned, their music a tent of sound.
From across a pond, out of the mist,
one drake made a V and said its name.
Some vast animal of air began to rouse
from the reeds and lean outward.
Frogs discovered their national anthem again.
I didn’t know a ditch could hold so much joy.
So magic a time it was that I was both brave and afraid.
Some day like this might save the world.