Spring is near.

Spring by Brian H.Gent

The month of March has come at last,                                                                                       The worst of Winter now has passed,                                                                                         But, until it’s really Spring,                                                                                                               March will have her final fling.

Rain must fall and winds must blow                                                                                       Before we sharpen spade and hoe;                                                                                         Nature needs no hand of  man                                                                                                     To help her with her future plan.

Snowdrops bloom in wood and field,                                                                                    Chill winds never made them yield,                                                                                       Crocuses in drifts close by                                                                                                         Turn coloured faces to the sky.sun-1

Gorse and heather on the moor,                                                                                               No wonder that our spirits soar,                                                                                               To see their colourful display                                                                                                   Overcomes the dullest day.

Willows show a hint of green,                                                                                                   Waters still reflect the sheen;                                                                                                        So many signs to bring us cheer,                                                                                             Now that another Spring is near.

This poet also wrote my favourite garden poem  My little friend,  which I featured in this post.


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22 Responses to Spring is near.

  1. Glo says:

    What a perfect spring poem and your bright-eyed yellow crocuses add just the right touch. I don’t have any yellow crocuses at all…I checked yesterday. Lots of purple, white and purple/white striped ones, though. Spring may be near, but it is -2 here this morning ~ and yesterday ~ hail, snow and sun!!!

    • Flighty says:

      Glo thanks! I don’t have many, and this photo was taken last year. I’m told that yellow ones flower later than the others and that some birds, such as sparrows, like them.
      It’s seems that over there it’s not near enough! xx

  2. Louise says:

    March will have her final fling. Rain must fall and winds must blow. Exactly what happened this afternoon when I was attempting to repot my auriculas! x

  3. 2times20 says:

    Lovely poem! I just adore this spring feeling we all get as September approaches (here in Argentina 😉 And seeing flowers in full bloom is wonderful. Are those beautiful flowers from your garden?

    • Flighty says:

      2times20 it certainly is! Autumn was my favourite season but since I’ve had the plot I’ve come to really like Spring.
      Yes they are , but the photo was taken last year. xx

  4. Georgie says:

    Very pretty poem, Flighty, and I love your Crocuses. 🙂

    G x

  5. nikkipolani says:

    Wow! Look at those glossy bright petals! And a lovely poem just perfect as you transition to spring. I love these cool days.

    • Flighty says:

      Niki that’s one of last year’s photos. So far this year I’ve not taken any really ones of the crocuses.
      It’s a great Spring poem isn’t it. I’d love cool days more if we had a few more warm ones as well, especially at this time of year! xx

  6. Maureen says:

    Simply lovely poem, Flighty. Thanks for sharing it!

    It started out with bright sunshine yesterday and then it all changed very quickly so this certainly sums up the weather yesterday:
    “Rain must fall and winds must blow”. It is starting to feel like spring though isn’t it?

    • Flighty says:

      Maureen you’re welcome, and I’m glad that you like it!
      It’s been better today, although the wind was still rather chilly.
      It certainly is, and temperatures will be up around 14C later in the week! xx

  7. Liv says:

    Yes – the time of the little white snowdrops is passing. The crocuses yellow and purple are out in full force, and today I even saw some daffodils hollering hello to the sun.

    • Flighty says:

      Liv I’ve seen plenty of white and purple crocuses but few yellow ones. Sadly all the ones on the plot have succumbed to the rain and wind.
      Yes I’ve seen a few daffodils out, with a lot more just waiting for a bit of sunshine! xx

  8. ip says:

    ….and to think all I ever learned was that ‘March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb’.

    That poem really could be set to music.

  9. fraggle says:

    lovely poem, we have some daffodils here which always are a welcoming sight ! I always feel my spirits lift in the spring x

    • Flighty says:

      Fraggle I’ve seen a few, with lots more to come very soon by the look of it!
      I think that we all feel like that, especially after the winter we’ve just had. xx

  10. rob says:

    i felt all spring like today 🙂 sun was out, etc

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