12 April 2012

Spring thunder

Listen, the wind is still,
And far away in the night —
See! The uplands fill
With a running light.

Open the doors. It is warm;
And where the sky was clear —
Look! The head of a storm
That marches here!

Come under the trembling hedge —
Fast, although you fumble...
There! Did you hear the edge
of winter crumble?

Mark Van Doren, 1924