Wind chimes and Maples welcoming Spring

The first day of spring is here and the maple trees are blooming.

 

Though spring is right on time, I could not resist this part of Henry Van Dyke's poem, Late Spring.

 

Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days,

Why the sweet Spring delays,

And where she hides, -- the dear desire

Of every heart that longs

For bloom, and fragrance, and the ruby fire

Of maple-buds along the misty hills,

And that immortal call which fills

The waiting wood with songs?

 

Done