Spring in my step

This weekend we shall all "spring forward" and add sunny hours to our days.  I sit here in the early morning almost beside myself because I might get to ride my motorcycle to the RV Show on the OK Fairgrounds.  Ooooooo, big fun.  As you can tell, I'm easily entertained, a good thing, as Martha would say.  Now, if it's too cold or windy, I'll be a bit disappointed, but I'll just adjust my plans for the day knowing that SOON I'll be able to hop on Baby (motorcycle) or The Silver Streak (bicycle) or into my jogging shoes (no nickname at this time) and play, play, play!  Oh yes, spring means rebirth, and I feel like one of those buds poised to burst into bloom.  Look out world!  That's it.  Just thought I'd say it out loud. 

Hey, time for a poem.  This one's about autumn, but the spirit is the same.  Enjoy. 

Oh world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide gray skies!
thy mists that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with color! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, world, I cannot get thee close enough!

Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this;
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart. Lord, I do fear
Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year.
My soul is all but out of me–let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.

                      —Edna St. Vincent Millay in God’s World