Tuesday, April 7, 2015

"Spring Thunder" by Mark Van Doren

Listen. The wind is still,
And far away in the night--
See! The uplands fill
With a running light.

Open the doors. It is warm;
And where the sky was clear--
Look! The head of a storm
That marches here!

Come under the trembling hedge--
Fast, although you fumble.
There! Did you hear the edge
of winter crumble?

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