Frost into Spring

As we accelerate into a rich, green spring, and as even the Wyoming desert rejuvenates into a new cycle of life, I thought of some Robert Frost poems that capture two distinct but related feelings evoked by the lucious springtime weather in my winter weary soul: peace and wanderlust.

(And I threw in a few pictures of cute spring children and lovely Elizabeth . . .)

A Prayer In Spring

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;

And give us not to think so far away

As the uncertain harvest; keep us here

All simply in the springing of the year.

The Sound of Trees

I wonder about the trees.

Why do we wish to bear

Forever the noise of these

More than another noise

So close to our dwelling place?

We suffer them by the day

Till we lose all measure of pace,

And fixity in our joys,

And acquire a listening air.

They are that that talks of going

But never gets away;

And that talks no less for knowing,

As it grows wiser and older,

That now it means to stay.

My feet tug at the floor

And my head sways to my shoulder

Sometimes when I watch trees sway,

From the window or the door.

I shall set forth for somewhere,

I shall make the reckless choice

Some day when they are in voice

And tossing so as to scare

The white clouds over them on.

I shall have less to say,

But I shall be gone.