Spring Thunder

Listen, The wind is still,
And far away in the night --
See! The uplands fill
With a running light.

Open the doors. It is warm;
And where the sky was clear--
Look! The head of a storm
That marches here!

Come under the trembling hedge--
Fast, although you fumble...
There! Did you hear the edge
of winter crumble

by Mark Van Doren

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Isn't it magnificent that a man can create a mood and a scene out of words? ? ? ?
Come under the trembling hedge- Fast, although you fumble... There! Did you hear the edge of winter crumble
Manifestations of nature superbly portrayed by the imagery in poetic form. Thanks for sharing.10 points.