Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
From A Prayer in Spring by Robert Frost (1874-1963)
Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be wonderful and youthful, after all.
T.S. Eliot, excerpt from Portrait of a Lady, first published in the magazine Others: A Magazine of the New Verse (1915)
I love spring.
I love Spring for how it looks. I love Spring for how it smells. I love Spring for its taste of hope. Who’s not hopeful when trees turn pink ?
I love its promise that no matter how things are, there will one day be flowers where yesterday were none.
I love Spring because Canada Geese are back to have fluffy babies and two magpies are building a love nest by my window. They will have babies too. I love Spring because it’s a tribute to life and being alive is worth a celebration.
I love Spring because I can read by the river and watch the sun set on its wavelets. The sun and the moon have been majestic lately, I think they love Spring too.
I love Spring for the bees that you hear drinking the trees’ nectar if you sit in silence under their blooming crown. I love Spring because it takes us away from concrete and dives us straight into Nature.
I love Spring because I can walk, further and longer, until the Moon leads me back home.
I love Spring for the song of the birds I try to recognize, for the smell of the flowers I learn to name, for the awe I feel when knowledge hits.
I love spring for the bats that fly by my window reminding me of a country I miss. There were no bats in Paris but back by the River my soul welcomed them as memories are welcomed. They had always been there.
I love Spring for the butterflies that land on my window in flashes of wonder. I love their color, I love their grace, I love how they live an ephemeral life to its fullest.
I love Spring because soon toads will start singing and I will haunt the night to listen to their calls.
I love Spring because we will walk by the river and follow our dreams matching out beating hearts. I love Spring because minutes before twilight His eyes will softly glow under the setting sun.
The spring is not so beautiful there,
But dream ships sail away
To where the spring is wondrous rare
And life is gay.
Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967), excerpt from Water-Front Street in Selected Poems