March. Trees are leaving and budding, wildflowers are blooming. By the end of the month, bluebonnets will blanket the Texas fields and roadsides.

And by June, it will all be gone.

Of my threescore years and ten, fifty-eight will not come again. I’m going out to see the loveliest spring there is.

Join me.

8 thoughts on “Loveliest

    1. I’m glad you like the poem. A. E. Housman is one of my favorite poets.

      Thank you for visiting my blog.


  1. It is out of ordinary beauty- because its honesty, sincere feelings remind me of to live, to love, and to breathe! enchants my every sense!


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