Spring’s Arrival

Oh, Spring is surely coming,
Her couriers fill the air;
Each morn are new arrivals,
Each night her ways prepare;
I scent her fragrant garments,
Her foot is on the stair.

John Burroughs
A March Glee

It comes suddenly. It quietly tiptoes through one night with a warm wind that breathes life into the sleeping ground. It surprises us with a sweet scent of blossoms’ fleeting beauty. A gentle birdsong wakes the barren trees from their winter dreams. The frost melts, the cold wind withers, the dark clouds perish, and the mist vanishes into the warmth of the golden sun rays. The world bursts into delicate petals of white and pink. They flutter and dance in the mild breeze, quietly falling like fresh snow onto the ground below.

And for a little while winter becomes a distant memory…

Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
Wallace Stevens

In Between Cherry Blossoms

What a strange thing!
to be alive
beneath cherry blossoms.

Kobayashi Issa

Life breathed spring
spring awakening
dance of lovers
delicately wrapped in cherry blossoms

Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann

Beauty in Bloom

Love is like Springtime
The harsh winter winds wilting away
Allowing for something new
Something beautiful
Unexpected and Unexplainable
Yet so natural
Yet so wonderful

Love is that first blossom
Of a flower
From its seed
Yet somehow perfect

Gemma Hanham

Loveliest of Trees

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

A. E. Housman

Colours in Spring

…The sweetness of life, with love do they sing,
Abounding in nature, these Colours of Spring.

Dwayne Leon Rankin

Where Cherry Blossoms Fall

That is one good thing about this world…there are always sure to be more springs.
L.M. Montgomery