Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Sweet Sweet Spring

The thermostat says its 88° F outside.

Mother nature is exhibiting more mid-summer than spring temperaments.


I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes
- Robert Herrick 

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough
-Alfred Edward Housman

Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses, 
A box where sweets compacted lie, 
My musick shows ye have your closes, And all must die 
- George Herbert

The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing
- Heinrich Heine

When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil 
-Bishop Reginald Heber 

The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night 
With comfort are downward gazing
- Heinreich Heine

The spring's already at the gate 
With looks my care beguiling; 
The country round appeareth straight 
A flower-garden smiling
- Heinrech Heine
April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain
- T S Eliot
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King
- Emily Dickinson