Spring's clawing its way to reality
here in the deep heart of Maine.
It's really no later than usual,
but the lockdown has had us in pain.
So many events have been canceled,
the rites of passage cast aside,
That the sight of green'ry and of blossoms,
bursts our gloom, blooms of joy, hearts open wide.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 8:46 AM UTC
Spring's clawing its way to reality
here in the deep heart of Maine.
It's really no later than usual,
but the lockdown has had us in pain.
So many events have been canceled,
the rites of passage cast aside,
That the sight of green'ry and of blossoms,
bursts our gloom, blooms of joy, hearts open wide.