"Thaw" by Edward Thomas
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed,
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass,
What below could not see-- winter pass.
The temperature is soaring here in Hillsdale. Nearly forty degrees today. What's next, tanning on the lawn? :o) Ah well, at least the down coats seem a little less necessary, if only for a few days. Though we know that Michigan has more blizzards in store for us, we welcome a slight respite from frozen noses and icy sidewalks.