Among the copper leaves in thickets old,
And singing skylarks from the meadows rise,
To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies…
"When I go forth on such a pleasant day,
One breath outdoors takes all my cares away.” —Welsh poet W.H. Davies (1871-1940), “April's Charms,” in The Collected Poems of William H. Davies (1916)
I took the image accompanying this post a year ago, up by Broadway and 89th Street in Manhattan. As I write this now, the atmosphere is not what Mr. Davies had in mind. But the greatness of spring lies as much in its promise as in its bloom.