Spring

I heard this poem (read by Garrison Keillor) on the classical radio station while driving into work this morning. It seems that those living in New York State have just recently been able to appreciate the full arrival of spring. This poem seemed quite timely...

Just as we lose hope
she ambles in,
a late guest
dragging her hem
of wildflowers,
her torn
veil of mist,
of light rain,
blowing
her dandelion
breath
in our ears;
and we forgive her,
turning from
chilly winter
ways,
we throw off
our faithful
sweaters
and open
our arms.

~Linda Pastan