A Poem for the First Day of Spring

Today is the first day of spring, which is really only a victory of morale, since we all know it doesn't mean that its getting too much warmer or that the snow is melting any faster. But it is nice to know that day and night are exactly the same today and that from here on out it will get steadily more and more light out. Here is a sweet little poem to mark the occasion, which I found on the Writer's Almanac website. I've also made a link, so you can check that out as well. And now, to the poem...

"The First Green of Spring," by David Budbill, from Moment to Moment: Poems of a Mountain Recluse (Copper Canyon Press).

Out walking in the swamp picking cowslip, marsh and marigold,
this sweet first green of spring.

Now sautéed in a pan melting to a deeper green
than ever they were alive, this green, this life, harbinger of things to come.

Now we sit at the table munching on this message from the dawn
which says we and the world are alive again today, and this is the world's birthday.

And even though we know we are growing old, we are dying, we will never be young again, we also know we're still right here now, today, and, my oh my! don't these greens taste good.