In the budding woods the April days,
Faint with fragrance from the life begun,
Where the early fluttering sunbeam plays,
Like a prisoned creature of the sun.
With sweet trill or plaintive note,
Quick pulsation of a note,
With the life and light of spring,
There the birds of April sing.
~Dora Read Goodale
Speaking of dear Dawn, zip over there and check out her Early Spring Field Day. It is a lovely reminder, to those of us who are freezing, that spring is coming.