Poetry Friday

The sun is shining. The birds are singing. It's not raining (which I suppose is related to the fact that the sun is shining). It's going to actually feel like Spring again today, and I wanted to find a poem that expressed that somehow.

And I found this:

Song from Pippa Passes
by Robert Browning

The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven -
All's right with the world!

I'm going to make sure I enjoy Spring - today - and even into the weekend!