It doesn't feel much like it (at least not here in Central Maryland), but today is the first day of Spring. So, for today, a poem by R.S. Thomas.
Do not say, referring to the sun,
‘Its journey northward has begun,’
As though it were a bird, annually migrating,
That now returns to build in the rich trees
Its nest of golden grass. Do not belie
Its lusty health with words such as imply
A pallid invalid recuperating.
The age demands the facts, therefore be brief—
Others will sense the simile—and say:
‘We are turning towards the sun’s indifferent ray.’
From R.S. Thomas, Everyman’s Poetry.