#64

 IT is the first mild day of March:
          Each minute sweeter than before
          The redbreast sings from the tall larch
          That stands beside our door.

          There is a blessing in the air,
          Which seems a sense of joy to yield
          To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
          And grass in the green field.

--Excerpt from William Wordsworth's "To My Sister"

How much I admire the poetry 
of this English bard,
memorizing verses meticulously,
and then writing it down with ease,
so I could enjoy his words on the first 
mild day in March centuries later.

catherinenglish 03-07-2013