Frosty

I’m not really a poetry guy; I’d much prefer listening to one set to music. (And if it hasn’t been set to music by anyone, it’s probably not very good.) Still, this poem, by Robert Frost, I find very appealing, particularly as Spring turns to May:

I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha’n’t be gone long. You come too.

I’m going out to fetch the little calf
That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha’n’t be gone long. You come too.

(It has, of course, been set to music, most famously by Randall Thompson.)