No More Snow, Please

Winter has waned
and with it my sorrow,
the fruit trees flower
like my joy.
Spikenard and myrrh
send up their scents,
and orchards of treasures
blossom and thrive
within them hearts
of friends delight....

So wrote Nahum in late thirteenth century Spain.  I echo his sentiments!  I heard the birds singing this morning.  For more Hebrew poems from medieval Spain see Peter Cole's The Dream of the Poem.