“If there comes a little thaw,
Still the air is chill and raw,
Here and there a patch of snow,
Dirtier than the ground below,
Dribbles down a marshy flood;
Ankle-deep you stick in mud
In the meadows while you sing
This is Spring.”
~ Christopher Pearce Cranch, A Spring Growl
My dog, Mollie, and I were returning from our before-bed walk, during [...]
