Here are two of my favorite poems for early spring:
From Favorite Poems of Emily Dickinson:
New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod;
A troubadour upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.
New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!
From Root to Bloom by Danna Faulds:
"Root to Bloom"
Sap is flowing once again
from root to trunk, from
trunk to branch, to every
leaf and bud and blossom
on the tree. The frozen days
are past. Now is the season
of flowering, when the full
force of energy moves up and
up to manifest its destiny.
It is everything to me, this
new life springing forth from
ash and compost, this chance
to nurture, weed, and prune,
to patiently receive the
miracle that blooms as if
no force on earth can
turn aside its beauty.
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