Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Spring Is Here

Young Lambs - John Clare

The spring is coming by a many signs;
The trays are up, the hedges broken down
That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines
Like some old antique fragment weathered brown.
And where suns peep, in every sheltered place,
The little early buttercups unfold
A glittering star or two - till many trace
The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill, and wags his tail to meet the yoe;
And then another, sheltered from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead - and lets me go
Close by, and never stirs, but basking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.

It's Time for Spring
Bobbi Katz

My sweater's tight and itchy.
My snow pants are too small.
Last week I lost a mitten.
I can't find my scarf at all!

My woolen socks have lost their toes.
My boots have lost their tread.
And I have lost the love I had
For words like "skis" and "sled"!

But . . . my fishing rod still fits.
And . . . my baseball bat still hits.
I have a kite that wants to fly.
So . . . winter, call it quits!


strem said...

Pretty flowers. Are all of these from your family's yard? The second poem made me laugh!

lydia said...

The daffodils and purple and pink flowers (I think hyacinths) are from our yard. The other pictures, which are of the same flower, are from the SIUE campus. I'm not quite sure what type of tree it is. Maybe someone who knows a little more about flowers could help me out!?!?!

Elizabeth said...

I forgot about the official start of spring, but it feels marvelous down here - and I am so so excited to have warmth all the time! It's a wonderful reminder of the glory of God as all the beauties of the earth unfold this time of year.