Sunday, April 01, 2007


Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream;
But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,
And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
The drowsy cuckoo and the humble-bee.
Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring
In triumph to the world the youthful spring.

- Thomas Carew, The Spring, 1630


  1. Is that Forsythia that I see?
    Bright yellow blooms so wild and free.-Nice old poem-I'm not much for poetry but I like them if I can understand them.

  2. Wow, the forsythia are beautiful! I think you're farther north than we are in southeastern Washington state, but it looks like you're at the same level of spring flowers.

  3. Just beautiful images Ruth! Yea spring!!!

  4. Great poem, Ruth. Very nice post on a day everyone is seeing unfold Spring before our eyes.

  5. Anonymous9:04 am GMT-4

    I love forsythia! Yours are blooming already? Ours are just taking on a pale yellow color but are weeks from flowering!

  6. Thanks for your comments. It is exceedingly dull, damp and drizzly here and there is not even a crocus in bloom. I took these photos mid-April 2006 in our city. I posted them to represent the April I hope is coming very soon here!
    Larry, I am not a poetry expert, but see poets as artists with words. Like you, if I read a poem that leaves an intriguing word picture in my mind, I like it. (simple is best!)


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