I don’t mean to keep choosing spring- or nature-related poems this week but I find myself alert to both this time of year. More than usual. I think it’s the anticipation. Every time I’m outdoors I look for proof that winter is really over. Today I stood underneath a magnolia tree with frost-bitten blossoms while snowflakes fluttered past my face. Two seasons in a single moment. For more ruminations on signs of spring, read “Cold Spring” by Lawrence Raab. Find it here.