The coming of spring is one of those things. The crocus, spring’s first flower, spied and photographed by my friend David Livingston in Greenwich Village.
For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
and all the season of snows and sins,
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten
And in green underwood and cover,
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Atlanta in Calydon 1865