Tonight is the last night of winter! Doubtless these two raccoons I saw sitting in a tree last week looking down on snow-covered Central Park in New York City, will welcome the warmer season.
Here’s my favorite welcome spring poem “When the Hounds of Spring” by Algernon Charles Swinburne:
For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remember’d is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in the green underwood and over
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.