I Hear Spring

By Carole Nichols

My daffodils are blooming bold,
In the ground still touched cold.
Frost and freezing gasping last;
I hear the Spring a'coming fast.

As Winter's fingers melt away;
The gentle green comes out to play.
And I laugh as the sun touches warm;
Again she's beat the frigid storm.


I love the Springtime, when everything is fresh and new. I can't wait for the last of the cold to be gone, and for the air to be scented with the fragrance of nature at it's best. And I found this:

A Spring View

Tu Fu (c. 750)


Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure;
And spring comes green again to trees and grasses
Where petals have been shed like tears
And lonely birds have sung their grief.
...After the war-fires of three months,
One message from home is worth a ton of gold.
...I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin
To hold the hairpins any more.
trans. Witter Bynner


Wow, so powerful!