Whether it feels like it or not, spring begins today. Both of my little brothers went out of their way to make it easy for me to remember their birthdays by being born on important days: the middle one on Independence Day; the little one on the first day of spring. So, happy birthday, Simon!

Here in southwest Ohio, we just endured 2 days of extreme rain. I’ve spent the past few days watching out for high water and noticing all the rivers and streams rising. In that rainy respect, it definitely does feel like spring in these parts.

To celebrate the first day of spring, I thought I’d try hunting down some spring-related poems:

* “Lines Written in Early Spring,” by William Wordsworth

* “A light exists in spring,” by Emily Dickinson

* “Rain,” by Shel Silverstein


If you have any spring-like favorites, share them in the comments.


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