My Spring

Signs-of-spring845In the cold North, Spring comes in gradually.  Maybe it is because Winter is overstaying its time, and I watch more carefully to spot Spring’s coming, but every year I notice the small things that tell me that we are moving ever so slowly to the pleasant and fruitful days of the year.

Very Early Spring, Katherine Mansfield
The fields are snowbound no longer;
There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.
The snow has been caught up into the sky–
So many white clouds–and the blue of the sky is cold.
Now the sun walks in the forest,
He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;
They shiver, and wake from slumber.
Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls.
Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears….
A wind dances over the fields.
Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,
Yet the little blue lakes tremble
And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.


Perhaps the first thing I notice is sound.  The birds know that Spring is coming.



now winging selves sing sweetly
now winging selves sing sweetly,while ghosts(there
and here)of snow cringe;

dazed an earth shakes sleep
out of her brightening mind:now everywhere
space tastes of the amazement which is hope

gone are those hugest hours of dark and cold
when blood and flesh to inexistence bow
(all that was doubtful’s certain,timid’s bold;
old’s youthful and reluctant’s eager now)

anywhere upward somethings yearn and stir
piercing a tangled wrack of wishless known;
nothing is like this keen(who breathes us)air
immortal with the fragrance of begin

winter is over–now(for me and you,
darling!)life’s star prances the blinding blue

In my garden, forsythia is the promise of days to come.

Haiku Forsythia

Forsythia a
Burst of sunshine in barren
Wood announcing spring


The bulbs plants begin to bloom soon after, first the snowdrops, crocus and grape hyacinth, then the daffodils, and the tulips.  My mother once gave me a wonderful gift; she planted a spring bulb garden for me near my front door, so that I would see it each time I stepped outside. I looked forward to that each morning as I left for work.


When winter’s winds are on the wane
And sunshine warms young April days,
When snow gives way to slushy rain
The crocus springs anew.

While crouching ‘neath the frosty crust,
On tender bended stem it prays
To fend off one more crushing gust
And melt the frozen dew.

© 2013 Matt Forrest Esenwine

Have you ever noticed that one sunny day when you are driving or walking down your street there seems to be a green haze in the air, as the leaves unfurl?  Even though you have been waiting and watching for it, all of a sudden that day arrives!


[in Just-]

By E. E. Cummings

in Just-
spring          when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles          far          and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it’s
when the world is puddle-wonderful
the queer
old balloonman whistles
far          and             wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
balloonMan          whistles
Live Oak among bluebonnets and paintbrush

For behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

Song Of Solomon 2:11-12

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21 Responses to My Spring

  1. amwick says:

    Oh, that was beautiful, so moving.

    Dh and I were at the beach today, a wonderful spring day!

    The springtime ocean whispers,
    Of summer days to come,
    Of playful waves,
    A lover’s gaze,
    And dreaming in the sun.

    That was just it, soft and playful, with a slight breeze. And we will be heading up to our cabin soon.

    The sprintime mountains tremble,
    With joy as days grow long.
    I am blessed,
    With happiness,
    To hear their ancient song.

    That’s all I got. 🙂

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  2. kinthenorthwest says:

    That is such an awesome post Stella. Love the Pictures.
    Had just shared this on my FB & Twitter..
    Looks like you made a good place for it here too!

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  3. stella says:

    From my favorite poet. Should have been in this post!


    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 peartree 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.

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  4. stella says:



    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.

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  5. auscitizenmom says:

    I really didn’t know what Spring was until I moved to Upstate NY and lived through two winters. To see grass and flowers push up through the melting snow was a real surprise. And, the contrast with the Winter was, too.

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  6. stella says:

    Seen on Facebook:

    “This is the only place on Earth bluebonnets grow, and once a year they come an’ go at this old house here by the road. And when we die, we say we’ll catch some blackbird’s wing, and we will fly away to Heaven come some sweet bluebonnet spring.”

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  7. texan59 says:

    This is just around the corner from us. It is absolutely stunning. If you ever take a trip to Texas, come in the spring time, and come to the Hill Country. Just hope we had a soggy winter. You won’t be disappointed. But……….if the flowers are few, you’re almost to Luckenbach, TX. With Willie and Waylon, and the boys. 😉

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  8. lovely says:

    Beautiful Stella 🙂 I cannot wait for the flowers to bloom. I feel this way more than I have any year before. Going through pictures that I have never seen before of my dad when he was just a boy has made me feel the passing of time with a bitter sweet sorrow.

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    • stella says:

      When you are young, you can see the years stretch far into the future. When you are old, the times passes so much faster, the time draws short, the future cloudy.

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      • lovely says:

        So true. Seeing my dad and two of my uncles as young boys so small and full of life is very sobering for me. I wonder what the old men would tell those young boys. My two uncles have passed, my dad won’t talk about his childhood.

        Life is to be embraced.


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