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Spring Spring…Where Are You?

 

I have been feeling very teased, and unfortunately mostly denied by our lovely mother nature these past few weeks! So many signs of spring yet so much coldness still in our days. I am waiting and wanting and longing to feel that flimsy cotton shirt, those light weight pants. Yet, I not so patiently wait…knowing in time…in due time spring will indeed firmly and finally settle on the land.

 

Here is a beautiful Spring poem I found written by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894). I do love how she speaks so eloquently and so clearly to the cycle of life…death. I hope that you enjoy it as well! 

 

Spring

Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
Tips of tender green,
Leaf, or blade, or sheath;
Telling of the hidden life
That breaks forth underneath,
Life nursed in its grave by Death.

Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun:
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.

There is no time like Spring,
When life’s alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track –
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that they nothing lack, –
Before the daisy grows a common flower
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour.

There is no time like Spring,Like Spring that passes by;
There is no life like Spring-life born to die, –
Piercing the sod,
Clothing the uncouth clod,
Hatched in the nest,
Fledged on the windy bough,
Strong on the wing:
There is no time like Spring that passes by,
Now newly born, and now
Hastening to die.

 

Joy & Love,

Goddess Mandy 🙂 XO

 

PS. If you would like to submit an original poem to me that is just as welcome as a story! 🙂 

 

 

7 comments to Spring Spring…Where Are You?

  • Joe in FL

    Bummer that spring has still not sprung up there, Mandy! I guess I have contributed to your teasing with all the pics I send you of sunny South Florida. Sorry not sorry as the kidz would say😆 But what goes around cums around, because my aching tease is seeing you in green on C2C! UNF! 💋👅👅💋

  • Lovely, Ms. Mandy, just lovely! Thank you for sharing that poem!! I, like you, have been looking forward to spring weather, but winter appears not entirely ready to let go. Every day has felt like a game of chance in what it will actually bring. Despite being a Southerner, I actually love it most here when we have exceptionally chilly weather for our area (especially if I get some snow!!), and I very much enjoy our typical winter temps. However, I’m ready to pull out my cute, blingy flip flops and shorts. May we each soon be gifted with the spring weather that brings with it the beauty of new life. 🙂

  • Oh darn, Ms. Mandy. If I could put some of my spring in a package and send it to you, I would! I do love spring, but I’d happily send you some of the pollen we have going on! 😉 Don’t worry, winter can’t last forever. It’ll be there soon and you can get your hot lucious bod in those sexy skimpy clothes once again! 😉

  • Mandy

    Thanks Joe! Ohhh well…I guess perhaps in a small sense you likely have contributed to the teasing. But as you say lol…what goes around cums around and I DO know that I have indeed contributed to your ache! 🙂

  • Joe in FL

    We need to see more of both you and Mandy in sexy, skimpy, clothes, Piper! 🌞 👙 😈

  • Princess

    Mandy, thank you for sharing your thoughts of spring and a poem. I like that it notes the fleeting nature of life, which I suppose all good poems do. The spring poetry that comes to my mind is Eliot’s heavy-duty The Waste Land with “April is the cruelest month” and the more wholesome beginning of Canterbury Tales with

    “When in April the sweet showers fall
    That pierce March’s drought to the root and all
    And bathed every vein in liquor that has power
    To generate therein and sire the flower…”

    Meanwhile, I am glad we are at least starting to get some warm days! And you know you are the spring zephyr that warms me from winter frost!

  • Mandy

    Ohhhh Princess! What a lovely response!!! I am so glad that you enjoyed my thoughts and the poem that I picked. I really like yours, too! 🙂 And as of last week it really has felt like spring and it’s so so so wonderful! There are a lot more smiles on everyone’s faces it seems. And I love that I am your “spring zephyr” warming you from that winter frost!!! 🙂

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