“How lovely the sun”

How lovely the sun on the lingering snow
(Even so late as the middle of March);
How pleasant the murmuring sound of the streams
That flow, as the ice melts, down to the street.

How grateful ought we to be—give God the glory!—
That all that he promised is just as he said:
That spring follows winter, as each day grows longer,
And soon summer’s glory will shine once again.

I’ve had the first line of this rolling around in my head for more than a week, even when a storm earlier this week dumped enough snow that I doubted I would be able to talk about “lingering” snow for some time. And after a walk through the thaw today, the rest followed directly.

As always, I earnestly welcome your comments, suggestions (perhaps of a real title for this poem?), questions, critique, or other feedback about this or any other part of my work. If you liked this, you can follow this blog, which includes one of my poems nearly every Friday, or read other poems I’ve written here on my blog (starting with those linked from one of the “archive” installments, since the full archive is by now, at over two hundred poems, somewhat daunting); I’d especially like to know, as part of my preparations for a collection, which poems you think are my best. You may also share it with others, subject to my sharing policy.

This is also archived on my wiki.


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