Every spring, I think of this poem. I go to my bookcase, pull out my book of Robert Frost poems, and turn to page 1: The Pasture.
I go back to a simpler time, a clearer time. Clean and fresh, a bubbling spring brook.
It’s like shedding the cloak of winter. I think of promise, freshness, and a new beginning.
As we enter the week of the Spring Equinox and straddle the 2 seasons, jump forward and spring ahead into spring. Be joyful and take in a big, deep breath. Like a baby calf, find a fresh pasture of green to frolic in, and chase away the dark depths of winter.
The Pasture
by Robert Frost
I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.
I’m going out to fetch the little calf
That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.
With love, Kate
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