End of Winter in Long Island
Ice-sheets like thinnest glass;
Small drifts of melting snow;
Weight of winter lifting from the wan, tired grass;
Tree-twigs that show
Small nobbiness of buds about to break.
High in the clear, pale sky,
No bird I see on wing,
Prescient of the Spring,
But aeroplanes that pass with busy whirr –
Noise dominant above the quietude
Of Nature's stir,
(Soft, ah, soft) in the earth beneath
Half-frightened still by Winter's chilly breath.
~~
Marjory Nicholls
from Thirdly, 1930
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the European Union]
Marjory Nicholls biography
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