Listen, The wind is still, <br />And far away in the night -- <br />See! The uplands fill <br />With a running light. <br /> <br />Open the doors. It is warm; <br />And where the sky was clear-- <br />Look! The head of a storm <br />That marches here! <br /> <br />Come under the trembling hedge-- <br />Fast, although you fumble... <br />There! Did you hear the edge <br />of winter crumble<br /><br />Mark Van Doren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-thunder/
