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
I found this in the lovely little gem 
The New England Butt’ry Shelf Alamanac. Dawn had written about it a while back so of course I had to have it.
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.
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