Here march the eaters of earth, the swallowers of rain.
If words were leaves, would you prefer fall or spring?
April’s air stirs in Willow-leaves…a butterflyFloats and balances
So the nymphs they spoke,we kissed and laid.By noontime’s hourour love was made.Like braided chains of crocus stems,we lay entwined, I laid with them.Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea,our bodies draping wearily,we slept, I slept...
After vindictive winter, apple blossoms seem all the more heaven-sent.Among flashing forsythia and budding rose, dogwood and daffodil,The allure of magnolia, azalea and wisteria to lovers’ dreams are lent.Resolve is recompense as seedtime’s blush dispenses...
Chicago is an October sort of city even in spring.
An Irish wedding is a tame thing to an Irish funeral.
Ah, it is spring,Great spring it is now,Great, great spring – Ah, Great –
The promise of spring’s arrival is enough to get anyone through the bitter winter!
Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.