SLOW SPRING – Poetry, by Katharine Tynan

SLOW SPRING

O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy, the days go on with almonds showing the pink stars blowing, and birds in the dawn. Grow slowly, year, like a child that is dear, or a lamb that is mild, by little steps, and by little skips, like a lamb or a child.

(Katharine Tynan)