Friday, March 25, 2011

Spring


Very Early Spring

The fields are snowbound no longer;
There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green.
The snow has been caught up into the sky--
So many white clouds--and the blue of the sky is cold.
Now the sun walks in the forest,
He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;
They shiver, and wake from slumber.
Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls.
Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears....
A wind dances over the fields.
Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,
Yet the little blue lakes tremble
And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.

by Katherine Mansfield (1888-1923)





14 comments:

Abramyan Avenue said...

Beautiful!! This was the perfect first post of the day to read!!
Have a wonderful weekend!
-April

Loretta said...

Beautiful! Have a good weekend. And, thanks for sharing. Luv-LOretta

Glenda/MidSouth said...

What a nice post! Have a great weekend.

Happier Than a Pig in Mud said...

Very nice-Happy Weekend Sue:@)

Chrissy...The Apothecary Shop said...

So pretty....just lovely! x0x0

JRFrugalMom said...

Ah...the fresh smell of lilacs come to my mind...

Relyn said...

Love this. Really do!

Patrice said...

Wonderful verse

Linda@Coastal Charm said...

Beautiful post Sue!

Blessings,
Linda

Barbara F. said...

Sue, I could just smell the fragrance of that rose! Beautiful poem, too. Enjoy the weekend! xo,

La said...

Beautiful. I don't think I've ever been so glad to see spring as I am this year.

koralee said...

Lovely my friend...xoxoxo

DUTA said...

What a delightful spring poem!
Spring - the season of blessed change in Nature as we move out of winter . Thanks for sharing.

BrightenedBoy said...

This is a very intimate description a time that often seems to linger.

I hate early spring. Having the flowers blooming while the trees are still bare, the sun shining but bringing no warmth, just seems like an awful tease.