you can count two days within a week over 65 degrees
the daffodils dance across the yard like Rockettes
the nepeta smells so good you want to role in it like you're a cat
the weeds are large enough to pull
it's warm enough to roll the car windows down in the evening and hear the frogs singing
the nandina berries fade as the forsythia blooms
the hellebores finally lift their heads out from under the protection of cold-killed leaves
And to celebrate further, enjoy this lesser known (to me) spring poem by
E.E. Cummings, from the Academy of American Poets website.
III Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here)and changing everything carefully spring is like a perhaps Hand in a window (carefully to and fro moving New and Old things,while people stare carefully moving a perhaps fraction of flower here placing an inch of air there)and
without breaking anything.