
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.”
--Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837–1909)
“I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.”
--Robert Herrick (1591–1674)

“The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March.”
--Robert Frost (1874–1963)
I love spring. Something so magical about it.
ReplyDeleteAnd the magical moments whistle like a warm breeze through your hair...all in love and war is fare.
ReplyDeleteYes, magical. Thanx WTMM.
ReplyDeleteWell, we generally skip spring and go straight to summer. It was in the mid-70's today, great convertible weather. Love the poetry.
ReplyDeleteThese are lovely!!
ReplyDeleteNow you've got me looking up other spring poems!
Spring fever is catching all over the web. Enjoyed the poems.
ReplyDeleteNon sequitur: I think you'd enjoy the columns of Fish
ReplyDeleteYou almost make me like spring. :-)
ReplyDeleteI LOVE poetry.
ReplyDeleteThose were good choices.
We were having spring last week, where'd it go?
ReplyDeleteI so relate to the Robert Frost one right now!
Coulda sworn I'd left a comment here the other day, but then, my mind is so full of sorting paper, boxes and packing, I probably dreamed it *g*.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the poems. LOVE them - especially the Herrick :)