By Lawrence Hall

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Rating: G

Summary: A poem about the “January thaw.”

No spring is false when warm, sweet sunlight falls

Upon the weathered field and woods and walls

And frogs shake off the mud with much to sing

While lizards leap and little bees take wing.

No spring is false when gentle roses bloom

And windows open wide on airless rooms;

After the time of ice, soft gentle air

Comforts the cold world like a whispered prayer.

This January thaw cannot be wrong;

It sings for us a little of spring’s song.