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!
