Speaking of Spring, I found a poem about this splendid season by one of my favorite poets, James Whitcomb Riley.
I catch my breath as children do
In woodland swings when life is new
And all the blood is warm as wine
And tingles with a tang divine
My soul soars up the atmosphere
And sings aloud where God can hear,
And all my being leans intent
To mark His smiling wonderment.
O gracious dream, and gracious time,
And gracious theme and gracious rhyme-
When buds of Spring begin to blow
In blossoms that we used to know
And lure us back along the ways
Of time's all-golden yesterdays!
-James Whitcomb Riley