- a page from a thrifted "little golden book"
- the twittering and swooping and exuberance of a flock of robins
- a windblown nest
- budding trees against a bright blue sky
With a foot and a half of snow still on the ground and chilly temps, spring is elusive here in Vermont this year. But the birdsong, the steam coming from the vents at the sugarhouses and the gurgle and drip of snow and ice melting everywhere proves that it is on its way.
In our busyness of these past few weeks, I did not check in with all of you Kooser fans. How much did you love that last poem on the vernal equinox? This morning the sun stood right at the end of the road and waited for me.