A Favorite Poem
This poem is more about Fall than Spring, but it is one of my favorites so I share it today. It is an old poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins, written in the latter half of the 19th century. SPRING AND FALL to a young child Margaret, are you grievingOver Goldengrove unleaving?Leaves like the things of man, youWith you fresh thoughts care for, can you?Ah! as the heart grows olderIt will come to such sights colderBy and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;And yet you will weep and know why.Now no matter, child, the name:Sorrow’s springs…
