"Pensive" Spring

New Feet Within My Garden Go by Emily Dickinson

New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod;
A troubadour upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.

New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!

~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Thank you, Emily Dickinson, for your lovely poem.  It wonderfully sums up what we are experiencing in the way of spring at the moment:    "New feet" - Juncos in the grass, "A troubadour" - Varied Thrush singing in a poplar tree.  Little by little spring returns sometimes with snow flurries!