Late February / William Morris

from The Earthly Paradise:

Late February days; and now, at last,
Might you have thought that winter's woe was past;
So fair the sky was, and so soft the air.
The happy birds were hurrying here and there,
As something soon would happen. Reddened now
The hedges, and in gardens many a bough
Was overbold of buds. Sweet days, indeed,
Although past road and bridge, through wood and mead, 

Swift ran the brown stream, swirling by the grass,
And in the hillside hollows snow yet was.

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William Morris (1834-1896)
from Through the Year with the Poets: February, 1886

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

William Morris biography

Evelyn Simak, Horsford Woods in Late February, 20ll. CC BY-SA 2,0, Wikimedia Commons.