Spring is sometimes a long time coming. As snow melts and winter slowly blows away, the earth begins its unfolding of new life and hopeful greening. While we can still snowshoe through the soft white and sip the clear, wintry air, we dream of the sparkle of spring, that wind-chapped-cheek time, where “baby fiddleheads sleep/like so many questions deep” and the sun comes “smiling in/as longer days of light begin.” A poetic celebration of the season, Sing in the Spring! invites