When the time is ripe for certain things, these things
appear in different places in the manner of violets
coming to light in the early spring.
Farkas Bolyai
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
William Shakespeare
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922
Only in dreams of spring
Shall I ever see again
The flowering of my cherry trees.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
Mine is the time of foliage,
When hills and valleys teem
With buds and vines sweet scented,
All clothed in glowing green.
My nights are bright and starry,
My days are long and clear
And truly I'm the fairest,
Of all months in the year.
Mary Fordham
So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns
No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd
With the dead boughs that winter still must bind,
And whom today the Spring no more concerns.
Behold, this crocus is a withering flame;
This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part
To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art.
Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them,
Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem
The white cup shrivels round the golden heart.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Barren Spring, 1870
Science has never drummed up quite as effective
a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day.
W. Earl Hall
One week later ...
Six Directions of Green
Billions of leaf-buds
Mike Garofalo, Cuttings
The country habit has me by the heart,
For he's bewitched forever who has seen,
Not with his eyes but with his vision, Spring
Flow down the woods and stipple leaves with sun.
Vita Sackville-West
Again rejoicing Nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in the morning dews.
Robert Burns
Happiness? The color of it must be spring green, impossible to describe until I see a just-hatched lizard sunning on a stone. That color, the glowing green lizard skin, repeats in every new leaf. ... The regenerative power of nature explodes in every weed, stalk, branch. Working in the mild sun, I feel the green fuse of my body, too. Surges
of energy, kaleidoscopic sunlight through the leaves, the soft breeze that makes me want to say the word "zephyr" - this mindless simplicity can be called happiness.
Frances, Mayes, Bella Tuscany: The Sweet Life in Italy,
It is one of the first days of Spring, and I sit once more in the old garden where I hear no faintest echo of the obscene rumbling of London streets which are yet so little away. Here the only movement I am conscious of is that of the trees shooting forth their first sprays of bright green, and
of the tulips expanding the radiant beauty of their flaming globes, and the only sound I hear is the blackbird's song -- the liquid softly gurgling notes that seem to well up spontaneously from an infinite joy, an infinite peace,
at the heart of nature and bring a message not from some remote Heaven of the Sky or Future, but the Heaven that is Here, beneath our feet, even beneath the exquisite texture of our own skins, the joy, the peace, at the Heart of the Mystery which is Man. For man alone can hear the
Revelation that lies in the blackbird's song.
Havelock Ellis, Impressions and Comments, 1918
Swiftly the years, beyond recall,
Solemn the stillness of this fair morning,
I will clothe myself in spring-clothing,
And visit the slopes of the Eastern Hill,
By the mountain-stream a mist hovers,
Hovers a moment, then scatters,
There comes a wind blowing from the south
That brushes the fields of new corn.
Chinese poem, Author Unknown
The crocuses and the larch turning green every year a week before the others and the pastures red with uneaten sheep's placentas and the long summer days and the newmown hay and the wood pigeon in the morning and the cuckoo in the afternoon and the corncrake in the evening and the wasps in the jam and the smell of grose and the look of the gorse and the apples falling and the children
walking in the dead leaves and the larch turning brown a week before the others and the chestnuts falling and the howling winds and the sea breaking over the pier and the first fires and the hooves on the road and the consumptive postman whistling "The Roses are Blooming in Picardy" and the standard oil-lamp and of course the snow and to be sure the sleet and bless your heart the slush and
every fourth year the February debacle and the endless April showers and the crocuses and then the whole bloody business starting all over again."
Samuel Beckett, Watt
Now every field is clothed with grass, and every tree with leaves;
Now the woods put forth their blossoms, and the year assumes it's gay attire.
Virgil
March in the garden -
my hostess shows me brown sticks
and speaks of flowers
Sister Benedicta
Ahh, the wide almond groves in full white flower
Stunning in the morning sun.
Old naked Winter in his garb of grays and browns has run.
Forsythia blooms come and go in the blink of a yellow Eye,
Then, suddenly, mysteriously, Green erupts; and we sigh.
Michael P. Garofalo, Cuttings
One flower does not bring spring.
A good year is determined by its spring.
Afghan proverb
Spring - An experience in immortality.
Henry D. Thoreau
Now is the time of the illuminated woods ...
when every leaf glows like a tiny lamp.
J. Burroughs
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, or June, and July flowers.
I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of the bridal cakes.
Robert Herrick, Hesperides, 1648
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier
in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
Nadine Stair
Earth, my dearest, I will. Oh believe me, you no longer
need your springtimes to win me over - one of them,
ah, even one, is already too much for my blood.
Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from the first.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies, 9th, 1923
Every spring is the only spring - a perpetual astonishment.
Ellis Peters
Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men.
Chinese Proverb
Spring has come,
Loudly sing cuckoo!
Groweth seed and blooms mead
And springs the wood now.
Sing cuckoo !
English Poetry from the Middle Ages
That God once loved a garden we learn in Holy writ.
And seeing gardens in the Spring I well can credit it.
Winifred Mary Letts
One attraction in coming to the woods to live was that I should have leisure and opportunity to see the spring come in. Henry David Thoreau
The thorn tree just began to bud
And greening stained the sheltering hedge,
An many a violet beside the wood
Peeped blue between the withered sedge;
The sun gleamed warm the bank beside,
'Twas pleasant wandering out a while
Neath nestling bush to lonely hide,
Or bend a musings o'er a stile.
John Clare, 1840
The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.
Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing --
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.
Sara Teasdale, May Night, 1920
Spring makes everything look filthy.
Katherine Whitehorn
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices
instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable
shrieking into the heart of the night.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke
The sun is on fire
In the sky
And in its warmth
Flowers open
In the garden
And the butterfly
Flutters by.
Stanley Cook
There is nothing like the first hot days of spring when the gardener stops wondering if it's too soon to plant the dahlias and starts wondering if it's too late. Even the most beautiful weather will not allay the gardener's notion (well-founded actually) that he is somehow too late, too soon, or that he
has too much stuff going on or not enough. For the garden is the stage on which the gardener exults and agonizes out every crest and chasm of the heart.
Henry Mitchell, 1923 - 1993, The Essential Earthman
This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden. Rumi
And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays.
James Russell Lowell
Now every field is clothed with grass, and every tree with leaves;
now the woods put forth their blossoms, and the year assumes its gay attire.
Virgil
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom;
they give forth fragrance. Arise my love, my fair one,
and come away. Bible - The Song of Solomon, 2:11-13
Every year back spring comes, with nasty little birds,
yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants. Dorothy Parker
But each spring a gardening instinct, sure as the sap rising in the trees, stirs within us. We look about and decide to tame another little bit of ground.
Lewis Gantt
One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring.
Aldo Leopold
There ought to be Gardens for all Months in the year, in which, severally, things of Beauty may be then in season.
Sir Francis Bacon
You cannot post new topics in this forum You cannot reply to topics in this forum You cannot edit your posts in this forum You cannot delete your posts in this forum You cannot vote in polls in this forum
Home
FAQ
Memberlist
Usergroups
Join! (free) 
Profile
Messages
Login/Out
