Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring,
you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
April ra~in is her~e again;
Hear it pitter, pitter, patter,
On the leaves and on the trees,
See it spitter, spitter, spatter.
Rain, oh rain, don’t go away
We need y~ou for flowers in May;
Drip, drip, drop and do not stop,
Send a little rain our way.
Spring and Daisies came apace
When the grass was closely mown,
Walking on the lawn alone,
In the turf a hole I found,
And hid a soldier underground.
Spring and daisies came apace;
Grasses hide my hiding place;
Grasses run like a green sea
Over the lawn up to my knee.
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Period Express from God
Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But duri~ng March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
Spring bursts up in Bonfires Green
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood~ fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
Blooming into a Spirit of Spring
The call for the soil,
I hold the plough as my only hold upon the earth, and,
as I follow through the fresh and fragrant furrow,
I am planted with every foot-step, growing,
budding, blooming into a spirit of spring.
If Spring came once in a Century
If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year,
or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake,
and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would
be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change!
But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity.
To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be
miraculous and the perpetual exercise of Gods power
seems less wonde~rful than its withdrawal would be.
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This I saw on an April day
This I saw on an April day:
Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud,
A sky-flung wave of gold at evening,
And a cock ph~easant treading a dusty path
Shy and proud.
And this I found in an April field:
A new white calf in the sun at noon,
A flash of blue in a cool moss bank,
And tips of tulips promising flowers
To a blue-winged loon.
A start of new beginnings
Hail in the Spring, a start of new beginnings.
Creativity awe-insp`iring gives a reason to be living.
Plant life showing life anew, a wonder to be found.
New born lambs playing in the fields, birds nesting all around
People enjoying the sun and the warmth, feeling good to be alive.
Spring gives a purpose to our lives, a touch of Paradise.
you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
April ra~in is her~e again;
Hear it pitter, pitter, patter,
On the leaves and on the trees,
See it spitter, spitter, spatter.
Rain, oh rain, don’t go away
We need y~ou for flowers in May;
Drip, drip, drop and do not stop,
Send a little rain our way.
Spring and Daisies came apace
When the grass was closely mown,
Walking on the lawn alone,
In the turf a hole I found,
And hid a soldier underground.
Spring and daisies came apace;
Grasses hide my hiding place;
Grasses run like a green sea
Over the lawn up to my knee.
Sponsored Links
Period Express from God
Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But duri~ng March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
Spring bursts up in Bonfires Green
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood~ fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
Blooming into a Spirit of Spring
The call for the soil,
I hold the plough as my only hold upon the earth, and,
as I follow through the fresh and fragrant furrow,
I am planted with every foot-step, growing,
budding, blooming into a spirit of spring.
If Spring came once in a Century
If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year,
or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake,
and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would
be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change!
But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity.
To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be
miraculous and the perpetual exercise of Gods power
seems less wonde~rful than its withdrawal would be.
Sponsored Links
This I saw on an April day
This I saw on an April day:
Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud,
A sky-flung wave of gold at evening,
And a cock ph~easant treading a dusty path
Shy and proud.
And this I found in an April field:
A new white calf in the sun at noon,
A flash of blue in a cool moss bank,
And tips of tulips promising flowers
To a blue-winged loon.
A start of new beginnings
Hail in the Spring, a start of new beginnings.
Creativity awe-insp`iring gives a reason to be living.
Plant life showing life anew, a wonder to be found.
New born lambs playing in the fields, birds nesting all around
People enjoying the sun and the warmth, feeling good to be alive.
Spring gives a purpose to our lives, a touch of Paradise.
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