Another spring bounds into the valley –
leaping treetops, splashing through streams,
then screeching to a breathless halt in every yard and garden.
The perennial pixie always has surprises to toss about.
Like a bit of rain flung like a frisbee to pitter patter on window and roof
and to create cold, muddy puddles.
Like another snow to sprinkle the ground with flakes that are there, then quickly gone.
But a significant snow could be just around the corner.
A persistent Winter sometimes hangs on, dumping snow over a resistant April.
Finally, though, a youthful Spring prevails over winter,
pushing the Old Man over the treetops and through the streams
far forward into next December.
I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.
Awake, thou wintry earth –
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
Thomas Blackburn, "An Easter Hymn"
Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.
Virgil A. Kraft
That God once loved a garden we learn in Holy writ.
And seeing gardens in the Spring I well can credit it.
Winifred Mary Letts
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant"
If you’ve never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom,
maybe your soul has never been in bloom.
The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.
Yesterday the twig was brown and bare;
To-day the glint of green is there;
Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;
I know no thing so wondrous fair,
No miracle so strangely rare.
I wonder what will next be there!
First a howling blizzard woke us,
Then the rain came down to soak us,
And now before the eye can focus –