...like we have a choice; how could anyone miss the wind's howling this morning?
It's another cold day; wind and rain and more wind. More like early March than early April, but, hey, I remember a few years ago a big snow hit in April, so it goes to show that Ohio weather refuses to be boxed into categories.
I can't think of a poet who was more in tune with weather and the seasons than Robert Frost. Weather did not seem to bother him, he took it as it came. In his world, a wind like today's was something to celebrate because it blew away winter debris and weariness to make room for Spring events to happen, like the nest of sparrow eggs in the picture below. So if today's wind has the purpose of chasing winter away so that we can spend more time out of doors, I say, "bring it on!"
Marcheta *holding on to her hat
To the Thawing Wind
Robert Frost
Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester
Give the buried flower a dream
Make the settled snow-bank steam
Find the brown beneath the white
But whate'er you do to-night
Bathe my window, make it flow
Melt it as the ice will go
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit's crucifix
Burst into my narrow stall
Swing the picture on the wall
Run the rattling pages o'er
Scatter poems on the floor
Turn the poet out of door.
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