Thinking of Spring

At Union Square the twigs are twisting

and the pussy-willow

 is enchanting.

The trees are thickening and budding.

On Long Island, the young ones are set to work digging

and the skies are brilliant bright in the city.

On the High Line crews are cutting back winter’s dead growth - observed from above by a rather languid maiden.

At home, daffs are picturesque

as are tulips.

At the diner on the corner Mr. Beady-Eyes tells us he’s thinking of hopping.

Today it’s pouring with rain, of course

But tomorrow I start planting the tree pits.

Happy Spring!