Sunday 20 March 2022

Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly

Spring
By Christina Rossetti

Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
Tips of tender green,
Leaf, or blade, or sheath;
Telling of the hidden life
That breaks forth underneath,
Life nursed in its grave by Death.

Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun:
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.

There is no time like Spring,
When life’s alive in everything,
Before new nestlings sing,
Before cleft swallows speed their journey back
Along the trackless track –
God guides their wing,
He spreads their table that they nothing lack, –
Before the daisy grows a common flower
Before the sun has power
To scorch the world up in his noontide hour.

It's the Spring Equinox, dear reader - everything's lighter from now on...

4 comments:

  1. I love that poem.
    It fits the season and the weather this week-end Perfectly.

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    1. It is turning out to be a gorgeous weekend - Spring, indeed. Jx

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  2. Lovely poem... wish all things were, indeed, lighter... weight of the world. Bah. Let us turn our face to spring... Kizzes.

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    1. "There is no time like Spring,
      When life’s alive in everything"


      Where there's life,there's hope. Jx

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