Is it spring yet? Yes!

The vernal equinox  may mark the first day of astronomical spring, but the first spring day is a different thing entirely. There is one day when the trees turn  into leaves.

It has been such a long time in the cold this year. Snow and polar vortex subzero wind chills. This is the day we have been waiting for all winter.

Sun and blue sky, asking, “are you ready?”  Everything answers Yes.

Yes the daffodils snowdrops and crocus. Yes the pussy willows  blooming.

Yes the cats rolling on the sidewalks, yes  the laundry drying.

Yes  the girls without hats, and  their hair in the air. Yes Friday and the loosening of ties.

In the plazas, the pigeons are dancing.

Weather sings in algorithms and poetry–roofers on the house across the alley.

Yes new masonry, and new shoes. Yes  the opening of windows.

Yes  grilling on the fire escape. Yes  outside in the evenings.

Yes robins and sparrows.  Yes  the Lenten roses.

Yes, yes,  all the spring ephemerals growing amid the brown leaves.

Yes the grass again.

Yes,  red shoots of peonies.

 

And,  here’s Chiberian spring.

 

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  • YES!
    OUI!
    ¡Sí!

  • In reply to Kathy Mathews:

    Thank you! Merci beaucoup! ¡Muchas gracias!

  • Did you do beautifully at this?
    Yes!

  • In reply to MargaretSerious:

    So glad you enjoyed it. Thank you so much!

  • Pigeons dancing on the plaza
    Ain't something that I dread.
    I fear them when they do a number
    Flying overhead.

  • Alas, the pigeon, much maligned
    has a long and honored history.
    Just why they dance around like that
    is something of a mystery.
    Tis the courtship of the spring, ensuing---
    the love of doves,
    that billing and cooing.

  • WG, I would never cast aspersions on our feathered urban friend. My dad raised pigeons as a hobby. So I grew up watching them perch outside the coop at the top of our garage. I even had the privilege of cleaning out the coop that was shared by numerous beetles of some kind.

    BTW, nice verse.

  • In reply to Aquinas wired:

    AW, your delightful verses inspired me, again. Please take my response in fun. Thank you for your wonderful story!

    Many people don't like the wild pigeons, though. And pigeon droppings can be corrosive--for example, the Chagall mosaic in Citibank Plaza had to be restored, and a protective canopy put
    over it.

    Did you know, people are taking photos of their bookshelves, now--#shelfies! I am not making this up.

  • In reply to Weather Girl:

    Ha! I didn't know about the Chagall. He doesn't deserve such ignominious treatment. But then again what do pigeons know about fine art? I have something in common with a pigeon: we're both doves.

    On that last FYI, hey, I can do that.

  • I guess to the pigeons, the Chagall mosaic makes a very handy landing strip. Do people still keep pigeons...I think there are still racing clubs in the City.

    I thought you'd like the shelfies! Now, there's a post for you...

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