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