DPF / Hopkins

For the season, though I see some of our Colorado friends have snow today, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Spring / by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
   When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
   Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;