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Voice of Spring

"Come, I come! ye have called me long,

I come o'er the mountain with light and song:

Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth,

By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,

By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass,

By the green leaves, opening as I pass."

-  Felicia D. Hemans

In my desperate longing for Spring, it leads me to borrow this poetry and this photo.

I'm sure it will come.  The rain and wind will subside, the sun will warm the earth, and we too will have flowers and green grass and days to be outdoors without bundling up.

It will happen.  I know it will.  I know it will.  I know it will.