poems about spring

Flowing Like Spring Waters Tonight is the night, my dear friend. The feeling has ripened inside for months... Every time you and I were together Laughing, chatting, and rambling endlessly Throughout the warm summer nights, My feelings toward you have risen Like clear spring waters moving Slowly upward from my deep emotions... Remember when we first met in May? Two strangers from the land of Supernatural Brought together in a serendipitous encounter; Your enchanting, friendly smiles were so exquisite Like sparkling starlight glowing Slowly outward from your inner soul... You were always so beautiful, so cheerful; I was drawn closer to you every time you were near, But I was afraid to cross the line. On that day when you told me you were hurt, I wished to hold you in my arms To soothe you and ease your aching heart, Instead I gently touched your arm... Since then, I've admired and cared for you even more. Your strong sense of integrity has touched me; Your considerate personality has moved me; Your candid openness has emboldened me. How can any stargazer not be mesmerized By the beauty of brilliant starlight? Tonight is the night, my dear friend. Holding your tender hands in mine, My deep, spirited affections for you Finally pour out like the overflown spring... Nascent amour glows and grows; Irresistible passion engulfs me. Mesmerizing beauty lights the sky, Invoking a golden stellar scene: Racing spring waters flow from heart, Astral brilliance shines on the spring. This is the night, I bare my heart to you. -- Lee ______________________________ Original: August 18, 1995 Revised: August 23, 1995 (with great helps from Teri Rasmussen) Revisited: November 19, 1995 _____________________________________________________________________ Please Send Your Comments To: lchen@cpsc.ucalgary.ca Thanks Lee, for allowing us to reprint this! -ptw

Ode to the West Wind V Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? Percy Bysshe Shelley

in Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame ballonman whistles far and wee and eddieandbill come running from marbles and piracies and it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee and bettyandisabel come dancing from hop-scotch and jump-rope and it's spring and the goat-footed balloonMan whistles far and wee e.e. cummings It's rained so much here today and yesterday that this poem came to mind. It's one of my favorites.

Ah, one of my favorite poems from adolescence. I remember reading this to my high school girlfriend up on the bluff overlooking the Mississippi River. We used to go hang out there and set out a tablecloth on the grass and lie and stare at the stars and read poetry by candlelight. e. e. cummings was Helen's favorite poet. Helen was my favorite poet.