Thursday Text: On a March Day

I took this picture on Monday after we had some rain that froze and made everything look really pretty. Here's a poem by Sara Teasdale.

Here in the teeth of this triumphant wind
 That shakes the naked shadows on the ground,
Making a key-board of the earth to strike
 From clattering tree and hedge a separate sound,

Bear witness for me that I loved my life,
 All things that hurt me and all things that healed,
And that I swore it this day in March,
 Here at the edge of this new-broken field.

You only knew me, tell them I was glad
 For every hour since my hour of birth,
And that I ceased to fear, as once I feared,
 The last complete reunion with the earth.