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.. to Springtime !
(I don't know the name of the tune playing, but it sounds as sunny,
fresh and happy as Spring!)

"If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?"
~ Shelley

I think we're all happy each year to welcome the harbingers of Spring ....
the birds chirping, the first robin you see, warmer days, Spring Breaks and daffodils!
As I write this, most of our beautiful daffodils are in bloom all across the front
and sides of the house. Others are beginning to open with still other varieties that
will open up a little later. Soon the weeping cherry tree will add its beauty.
(OK, so soon the lawn will have to be mowed, but that's another story.)

Below are some Spring poems for your enjoyment. The first,
"I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud," has always been one of my favorites,
and it was requested by a close friend.

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed ~ and gazed ~ but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

~ William Wordsworth

One of Life's Seasons

Looking through a window today
Expecting signs of spring,
There were the plantings, old and new.
I like the memories they bring.
Years and years I'd added flowers,
Work had been so much fun.
I remembered again the year was at spring ...
And I was seventy-one.

~ Hilna Watters Long
March, 2005
(Thank you, my dear friend, for allowing me to add your poem to this Spring page.)

Spring Meeting

Spring is gowned in varied hues
Of browns and yellows, pinks and blues;
Of sunny golds and dewy greens,
Of softest lights and velvet sheens.

Leaves are garlands for her hair,
And roses paint her lips so fair.
The blue of heaven tints her eyes
And April's nectar makes her wise.

How sad that soon she'll disappear;
Enjoy her beauty while she's here.

~ Inez Wyatt
(March 8, 1949, while we were students
at Carson-Newman College)

A Spring Song

Old Mother Earth woke up from her sleep,
And found she was cold and bare;
The winter was over, the Spring was near,
And she had not a dress to wear.
"Alas!" she sighed, with great dismay,
"Oh, where shall I get my clothes?
There's not a place to buy a suit,
And a dressmaker no one knows."

"I'll make you a dress," said the springing grass,
Just looking above the ground,
"A dress of green of the loveliest sheen,
To cover you all around."
"And we," said the dandelions gay,
"Will dot it with yellow bright."
"I'll make it a fringe," said forget-me-not,
"Of blue, very soft and light."

"We'll embroider the front," said the violets,
"With a lovely purple hue!"
"And we," said the roses, "will make you a crown
Of red, jeweled over the dew."
"And we'll be your gems," said a voice from the shade,
Where the ladies' eardrops live ~
"Orange is the color for any queen
And the best we have to give."

Old Mother Earth was thankful and glad,
As she put on her dress so gay;
And that is the reason, my little ones,
She is looking so lovely today.

~ author unknown

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