First Night of Spring


Sometimes it’s nice to take a moment from our busy lives and just appreciate nature.
Take a walk in the woods, listen to the quiet and smell spring.

This time of year reminds me of a poem by Everett E. Eckstein. Born in Shelby, Ohio, Everett attended Wittenberg University in Springfield and lived and worked in Plymouth, Ohio. He died at the age of 69 in June 2013. This selection is from his book, South of Dusk.

first night of spring
day has gone
like an old visitor
familiar and friendly,
staying but an hour or two
then hurrying away.

fresh soft earth smells of life
as brown grass quietly unbends
breathing deeply
of sharp spring air
in cool newborn evening.


Randi Greathouse, Parky’s Farm