cleaving the murk

I heard the peepers last night when I took the dogs out. The daffodils have sent up shoots, and the air, while still cold, is cold-tinged-with-warm, instead of warm-tinged-with-cold.

I don't care what the calendar, the almanac, or the weathermen say...Spring is here.

 mouse over images for source

One swallow does not make a summer, 

but one skein of geese, 

cleaving the murk of March thaw, 

is the Spring. 

~ Aldo Leopold

http://confessionsofasineater.blogspot.com/