You can try to ignore it if you want, but Spring is about us, and even if you do suffer the allergies that I suffer, you can still take some time to try to appreciate the fierce-wonderful glory that surrounds us during this time of year.
I get to walk to work and the past couple of days have been a joy...particularly while listening to Magnificent on U2's new album.
Anyway, in honor of the new Spring I provide the reader with this, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
.....It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
.....It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
.....And all is seared with trade; Bleared, smeared with toil;
.....And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
.....There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
.....Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
.....World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.