Sing A Song of Spring

March wind, wild wind, blow this day.
Whirl the winter snow away. Dry the
ditches and the hollows-in tracks where
April follows. Clear a path for her advance.
Teach the daffodils to dance. Through your
ravings harsh and strong-thrushes thread
a golden song. Cleanse the air, Make fresh
the earth-for the season of rebirth.

-Winifred Emma May 

Spring Breezes

 Lee Stroncek

   The year's at the spring
    And day's at the morn;
    Morning's at seven;
    The hillside's dew-pearled;
    The lark's on the wing;
    The snail's on the thorn:
    God's in His heaven—
    All's right with the world! 

-Robert Browning 

"Hark, I hear a robin calling!
List, the wind is from the south!
And the orchard-bloom is falling
Sweet as kisses on the mouth.

In the dreamy vale of beeches
Fair and faint is woven mist,
And the river's orient reaches
Are the palest amethyst.

Every limpid brook is singing
Of the lure of April days;
Every piney glen is ringing
With the maddest roundelays.

Come and let us seek together
Springtime lore of daffodils,
Giving to the golden weather
Greeting on the sun-warm hills."
Spring Song

Lucy Maude Montgomery

Spring Trees In Bloom

New York Botanical Garden

Bronx NYC  

"The air and the earth interpenetrated
 in the warm gusts of spring;

 the soil was full of sunlight,
 and the sunlight full of red dust.  

The air one breathed 
was saturated with earthy smells,

 and the grass under foot 
had a reflection of the blue sky in it."
 -Willa Cather

  

 Spring in the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge

 in Southwest Oklahoma

And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
  "The Sensitive Plant"

 ~Percy Bysshe Shelley

Springtime Bluebells

Blakes Wood Danbury

Essex England