But still spring

— Photo by Victor Estrada Diaz

Nothing is so beautiful as spring. -{Gerard Manley} Hopkins

“A cold spring:
the violet was flawed on the lawn.
For two weeks or more the trees hesitated;
the little leaves waited,
carefully indicating their characteristics.
Finally a grave green dust
settled over your big and aimless hills.’’

— From “A Cold Spring,’’ by Elizabeth Bishop, often a New Englander