Sunny

The snow fort is gone. Sunny days are here again.  There are still traces of snow around but they are melting fast.

It was a perfect day
For sowing; just
As sweet and dry was the ground 
As tobacco dust. 

I tasted deep the hour
Between the far
Owl's chuckling first soft cry
And the first star.

A long stretched hour it was;
Nothing undone
Remained; the early seeds
All safely sown.

And now, hark at the rain, 
Windless and light,
Half a kiss, half a tear,
Saying good-night.

Edward Thomas