April 19: In Keeping, Robert Frost, "Spring Pools"

In keeping with my earlier post, I thought it would be appropriate to give you a Robert Frost poem to read.  It is a wishful poem, for me, because, at the moment, a spring snowstorm is ripping through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan yet again, bringing some seven more inches of the white stuff.  So I need thoughts of spring and thaw and blossoms and lilacs.

Saint Marty needs a little rebirth today.

Spring Pools

by:  Robert Frost

These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.

The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods--
Let them think twice before they use their powers
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.

I can hope, can't I?