Poem of the Month

This month, a poem to greet spring:

To One Coming North
By Claude McKay

At first you'll joy to see the playful snow, 
  Like white moths trembling on the tropic air, 
Or waters of the hills that softly flow 
  Gracefully falling down a shining stair.
And when the fields and streets are covered white 
  And the wind-worried void is chilly, raw, 
Or underneath a spell of heat and light 
  The cheerless frozen spots begin to thaw,
Like me you'll long for home, where birds' glad song 
  Means flowering lanes and leas and spaces dry, 
And tender thoughts and feelings fine and strong, 
  Beneath a vivid silver-flecked blue sky.
But oh! more than the changeless southern isles, 
  When Spring has shed upon the earth her charm, 
You'll love the Northland wreathed in golden smiles 
  By the miraculous sun turned glad and warm.

“To One Coming North” from Harlem Shadows by Claude McKay (1922)