The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses-showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
I swear that I'm dying slowly but it's happening, and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere... just take me there. — Conor Oberst Copy Share Image
