We are in the midst of a monsoon-like storm here on Long Island. However, as nasty as it is outside the temperature is quite spring like and a muddy wet spring brings a delightfully green summer so I am willing to endure.
This poem by D.H. Lawrence is about longing for spring, something we can relate to here in the Blue House.
Craving for Spring
I wish it were spring in the world.
Let it be spring!
Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap!
Come, rush of creation!
Come, life! surge through this mass of mortification!
Come, sweep away these exquisite, ghastly first-flowers,
which are rather last-flowers!
Come, thaw down their cool portentousness, dissolve them:
snowdrops, straight, death-veined exhalations of white and purple crocuses,
flowers of the penumbra, issue of corruption, nourished in mortification,
jets of exquisite finality;
Come, spring, make havoc of them!
The poem can be read in its entirety here.