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Friday, March 10, 2017

Spring,Renewal & Flowers

By Diana McCollum, Author

Today I wanted to share some poems about spring. I always liked reading poetry during college. So I decided to re-visit some of my favorite spring poems. The first one is by Robert Frost.
I feel it embodies the spring of Bend, OR. chilly!

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
A cloud comes over the sunlit arch,
A wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March.
 (by Robert Frost)


This next poem is sweet. I can just picture the flowers and herbs stretching their green leaves up out of the soil as they awaken from their winters rest. 

By Percy Bysshe Shelly.
And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
 (Percy Bysshe Shelley)


The next poem paints a picture of an English springtime. Written by William Wordsworth. Wordsworth’s poems are usually set in the English Lake District. The poem describes the beauty one sees in a field full of daffodils, one of the very first spring flowers in Bend, OR.
Excerpt From “I wandered lonely as a cloud" by William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
“I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze”


My wish for you where ever you live is for a gentle spring. 

What are the first flowers to pop up in your neck of the woods?

3 comments:

Lynn Lovegreen said...

Lovely poetry, Diana! Here in Alaska, the garden crocus come up first. Shooting stars are this first wildflowers.

Sarah Raplee said...

Robert Frost is my favorite poet! Love this!

Our daffodils and camellias are starting to bloom. They are late her in the Willamette Valley of Oregon due to a long, harsh winter.

Barb said...

Lovely choices