Spring has sprung
The grass is riz
I wonder where
The sunshine is.

My Ottawa and Brooklyn correspondents complain about the bitter cold, but here in Ireland spring has sprung early. The lawnmowers hum. Daffodils, snowdrops, crocuses–check. The birds are getting their Valentine rocks off. Our pond is full of frogs spawning dinner for the mutant goldfish below. I am prone to singing and hopping myself these days, when no one’s looking.

3 thoughts on “Spring”

  1. I remember me dad saying that one, except he’d say “I wonder where the birdies is?” He was a little bit of a lecherous bastard!!!!
    Love your writings…most profound and pleasing to the mind.
    Check out the Irish studies @ Notre Dame where Seamus Deane is at…


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