Spring is my favorite season and it has officially sprung! I love the warmth and the smell of all that is fresh and new to bloom. It makes me feel happy and poetic and wanting to share.  So share I will in the form of two poems. The first one is written by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) and the second by lil ol’ me. I have not written a poem in over twenty-five years but inspiration is running high! I hope that you enjoy them both. 

“Spring” by Christina Rossetti

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.

And here is mine…untitled thus far:

Spring has sprung and I love it!

Spring is here and I feel joy!

Spring allows for hope, renewal, rebirth, restart

The blossoms, the green, the birds, the thaw

Warmth and reflection, time to start a new

Time to change, to try, to open, to let

Time for new things, new hope, new joy, new possibilities

A Spring baby’s favorite season, perhaps so

Filling me up with all things good, all things beautiful, all things joy!

Joy & Love,

Goddess Mandy 🙂 XO