Sweet Sweet Spring

The thermostat says its 88° F outside.

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