21. Glorious Spring
Sing the birds; the season has come.
Prettiest look nature does hold.
Rejoices the Earth, her color winsome.
Idyllic her beauty, pretty as gold.
Sing the birds; the season has come.
Prettiest look nature does hold.
Rejoices the Earth, her color winsome.
Idyllic her beauty, pretty as gold.
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Famous Poem
My mind lets go a thousand things
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hour--
'T was noon by yonder village tower,
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Crescent of colours
Arching high above our heads.
Sunshine brings us hope.
Famous Poem
When April comes with softly shining eyes,
And daffodils bound in her wind-blown hair,
Oh, she will coax all clouds from out the skies,
And every day will bring some sweet surprise, --
Spring brings happiness
Flowers, songbirds, and green grass.
God's love on display.
Awake, little crocus, spring is nigh!
Let me kiss the slumber from your eye.
Come! Dance with me upon the lawn,
The night is o'er, embrace the dawn!
A beautiful poem for spring. Love the idea of the crocus fairy dancing on the lawn and in her element embracing the dawn.
Famous Poem
A bursting into greenness;
A waking as from sleep;
A twitter and a warble
That make the pulses leap:
Melancholy moods,
shiny jazz and rainy blues.
April sings her tunes!
Famous Poem
When a feller feels a longing
For the medder in his breast.
When the robins north are thronging,
Where they haste to build their nest.
There is nothing that can quite compare
To the fragrance of the fresh spring air,
Floating on the softest breeze,
Stirring the world from its frozen sleep.
Famous Poem
Dear March—Come in—
How glad I am—
I hoped for you before—
Put down your Hat—
There's a hum from the bees in the air
which stirs up gentle musings in my mind,
scented blossom is making me aware
of certain hidden treasure they may find.
Thank you - it's always so rewarding to receive friendly encouraging comments like yours. Very best wishes, Ann.
She lifts her head at dawns first sigh and shrugs aside the sun,
And thrusts her tangled locks on high to where the winds still run,
With towering black and roiling shapes to make her presence known,
Where mortals stare at fading light to watch her coming shown,
Brilliant! A rainstorm personified so skilfully and descriptively. Such a pleasure to read - loved this.
Famous Poem
Their faint "honk-honk" announces them,
The geese when they come flying north;
Above the far horizon's hem
From out the south they issue forth.