by Leslie Cox; Sunday; March 1, 2020

It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before…
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field…
We from to-day, my Friend, will date
The opening of the year.
Love, now an universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
It is the hour of feeling.


~ William Wordsworth (1770–1850), “To My Sister”

Japanese Garden - Royal Roads, Victoria