Because It's Spring (and National Poetry Month)

The Light Comes Brighter by Theodore Roethke (1908-1963)
The light comes brighter from the east; the caw Of restive crows is sharper on the ear A walker at the river's edge may hear A cannon crack announce an early thaw. The sun cuts deep into the heavy drift, Though still guarded snow is winter-sealed, At bridgeheads buckled ice begins to shift, The river overflows the level field. Once more the trees assume familiar shapes, As branches loose last vestiges of snow. The water stored in narrow pools escapes In rivulets; the cold roots stir below. Soon field and wood will wear an April look, The frost be gone, for green is breaking now; The ovenbird will match the vocal brook, The young fruit swell upon the pear-tree bough. And soon a branch, part of a hidden scene. The leafy mind, that long was tightly furled, Will turn its private substance into green, And young shoots spread upon our inner world.

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