Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day.
~ W. Earl Hall
(Always Look on the Bright Side: Celebrating Each Day to the Fullest)
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling, and strewing flowers.
~ Edna St. Vincent Millay
(Selected Poems of Edna St. Vincent Millay)
Blossoms will run away —
Cakes reign but a Day,
But Memory like Melody,
Is pink eternally —
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #1614)
Spring comes on the World —
I sight the Aprils —
Hueless to me, until thou come
As, till the Bee
Blossoms stand negative,
Touched to Conditions
By a Hum —
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #999)
A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown —
Who ponders this tremendous scene —
This whole Experiment of Green —
As if it were his own!
~ Emily Dickinson
(The Poems of Emily Dickinson, #1356)
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
With brightest sunshine round me spread
Of spring’s unclouded weather,
In this sequestered nook how sweet
To sit upon my orchard-seat!
And birds and flowers once more to greet,
My last year’s friends together.
~ William Wordsworth
(The Complete Poetical Works of William Wordsworth)
Every spring is the only spring — a perpetual astonishment.
~ Ellis Peters
(Spring Meditations)
Gorgeous shots of these lovely harbingers of spring! Even here in Florida we have a real spring this year…cooler weather and everything is blooming. What a beautiful time of the year!
Thank you, Tiny! It’s only starting to look like spring here in Connecticut, so it was fun getting a foretaste of it in North Carolina. Lots of forsythia now, creeping flox and buds on some of the trees. It is a beautiful time of year!
Ahhhh, beautiful poetic verses to go with the flowers. At first I couldn’t figure out where the flowers were blooming, since here in NE the buds are still as tight as doorknobs. But then I see, sweet Carolina. Your photography is amazing.
Thank you, Pam! How much our patience is tried by having to wait so long for spring to arrive up here in New England. But on the other hand, if spring decides to linger for a while our hot and humid summer won’t be as long as theirs is down south.
Haha, well, that’s a good way of viewing it! 🙂
🙂
Millay is best!
Ever since I read “Afternoon on a Hill” when I was a teen, Millay has been one of my favorite poets!