Welcome, Dear friends, to the grand entrance of Spring.
Spring is a time of revival and fresh beginnings. This sweet season blesses our world with hope and inspiration. Tree buds burst into blossoms, and daylight stretches its arms into the evenings. A renewed sense of optimism dances in the air. Throughout history, poets such as Shakespeare and Wordsworth found a muse in this season of rebirth. Here, we’ve curated precious verses that echo the spirit of spring. Spring celebrates the sensation of nature, the commitment of brighter tomorrows, and the endless magic of poetry.
Christina Rossetti (1830 – 1894)
Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
Tips of tender green,
Leaf, or blade, or sheath;
Telling of the hidden life
That breaks forth underneath,
Life nursed in its grave by Death.
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 – 1889)
Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
IV. The Enkindled Spring
D.H. Lawrence (1885 – 1930)
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
Billy Collins (1941 – Present)
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,