March 31, 2014

A Spring Poem that Isn't, and Some that Are

I will not attempt to write a poem about spring
I fear it would not amount to anything

Bluebells, lambs and other new creatures
and subjects which a spring poem usually features

Would certainly grow weary being under my pen
Their glory not enhanced by being written of again

Although the urge rises up in my heart
"The sunlight on verdant green buds..." I won't start

Not writing such a poem is my gift to you
So, like me, read some good ones and feel spring anew!

Daffodils by Mark Slaughter

I fell in love - 
Taken by the innocence of 
Child-face daffodils: 

Their perky April fanfares - 
Clarion calls from yellow-ochre brass bands - 
Presaging, rejoicing, calling us: 

"Here we are! Here we are!'

Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins

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 pear tree 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.

What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden. - Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

Today by Billy Collins

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

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.

And we can even listen to Philip Larkin read his poem, The Trees.

There are plenty more spring poems to be found. Some more good ones are here. Enjoy! The first three photos I found on Google Images, but the last one is of a tree in my garden last spring.


  1. spring has not arrived here yet... and so we wait... but it's nice to dream and remember that flowers will indeed bloom. beautiful photos and beautiful poetry, something to contemplate while I wait.

    1. Dreaming is good...then before you know it, spring will be there, too. Very glad you enjoyed the photos and poetry. The last is my favourite today, I think.

  2. nice melody of spring here in verse....this week it really felt like spring...though it is supposed to turn cold again a bit next week...i think we might have finally arrived...the sun...the flowers...ahh....

    1. I hope the cold stays away! But April can be full of surprises.


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