Spring Poems & Quotes
A little madness in the Spring / Is wholesome even for the King.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) US poet
Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come.
James Thomson (1834-1882) Scottish poet, essayist
The Seasons. Spring. Line 1.
I thought that spring must last forevermore/ For I was young and loved, and it was May.
Vera Brittain, English writer, poet, pacifist
"May Morning," St. 4 (May 1916), "Poems of the War and After," 1934.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant. If we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
Anne Bradstreet (1612?-1672) US poet
In "Words of Women Quotations for Success," by Power Dynamics Publishing, 1997.
Is it so small a thing/ To have enjoy'd the sun,/ To have lived light in the spring,/ To have loved, to have thought, to have done?
Matthew Arnold (1822-1888) English poet, critic Empedocles on Etna."
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist, poet
"Sonnet 18, " Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?'
Spring comes: the flowers learn their colored shapes.
Maria Konopnicka, "Women Poets of the World."
Don't ignore the small things -- the kite flies because of its tail.
Hawaiian Proverb
Imagination is the highest kite that one can fly.
Lauren Bacall (1924-____) US actress
"Lauren Bacall, By Myself"
In Like A Lion, Out Like A Lamb
March roars in like a lion so fierce,
the wind so cold, it seems to pierce.
The month rolls on and Spring draws near,
and March goes out like a lamb so dear.
Author: Lorie Hill
When Spring Appears
Meadowlarks
give lusty cheers
when spring appears
when spring appears.
Buds and seeds
prick up their ears
and blades of grass
show eager spears.
And only icicles
weep tears
when spring appears
when spring appears
Author: Aileen Fisher
Spring Again
Spring again
Spring again
Spring again
Isn't it?
Buds on the branches
A breeze in the blue
And me without mittens
My sweater unbuttoned
A spring full of things
All before me to do.
Author: Karla Kuskin
Spring Cleaning
March bustles in on windy feet
And sweeps my doorstep and my street.
She washes and cleans with pounding rains,
Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
She shakes the grime from carpet green
Till naught but fresh new blades are seen.
Then, house in order, all neat as a pin,
She ushers gentle springtime in.
Author: Susan Reiner
OUT-OF-DOORS
The kids are out-of-doors once more;
The heavy leggins that they wore,
The winter caps that covered ears
Are put away, and no more tears
Are shed because they cannot go
Until they're bundled up just so.
No more she wonders when they're gone
If they have put their rubbers on;
No longer are they hourly told
To guard themselves against a cold;
Bareheaded now they romp and run
Warmed only by the kindly sun.
She's put their heavy clothes away
And turned the children out to play,
And all the morning long they race
Like madcaps round about the place.
The robins on the fences sing
A gayer song of welcoming,
And seems as though they had a share
In all the fun they're having there.
The wrens and sparrows twitter, too,
A louder and a noisier crew,
As though it pleased them all to see
The youngsters out of doors and free.
Outdoors they scamper to their play
With merry din the livelong day,
And hungrily they jostle in
The favor of the maid to win;
Then, armed with cookies or with cake,
Their way into the yard they make,
And every feathered playmate comes
To gather up his share of crumbs.
The finest garden that I know
Is one where little children grow,
Where cheeks turn brown and eyes are bright,
And all is laughter and delight.
Oh, you may brag of gardens fine,
But let the children race in mine;
And let the roses, white and red,
Make gay the ground whereon they tread.
And who for bloom perfection seeks,
Should mark the color on their cheeks;
No music that the robin spouts
Is equal to their merry shouts;
There is no foliage to compare
With youngsters' sun-kissed, tousled hair:
Spring's greatest joy beyond a doubt
Is when it brings the children out.
Author: Edgar Guest
