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
flowers
Today’s Quote: Let Your Light Shine
What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable. Joseph Addison
Journey’s End ~ A Poem by J. R. R. Tolkien
Journey’s End
J. R. R. Tolkien
In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe ’tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey’s end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.
Fresh New Rose ~ Poem by Guido Cavalcanti
Fresh New Rose
Guido Cavalcanti
Fresh new rose
Delighting Spring,
By field and stream,
Singing gaily,
I declare your rarity – to the flowers.
Let your rare gifts be
Freshly sung
By old men and young
On every journey:
And, each in its own tongue,
Let the songbirds sing
Evening and morning
The green leaves among.
Now that the time has come
Let the whole world sing
As is most fitting
Of your high merit:
Who are angelic – among creatures.
Lady, in you there sits
An angel’s likeness:
Lord, how blessed
My desire is!
Your look so joyous
That goes beyond
Nature and custom’s
A thing so wondrous.
The women among us
Call you a living goddess:
And I cannot express
How favoured you seem:
For who can dream – beyond Nature?
Beyond mortal nature
God made your pure beauty
So that you might be
The queen of all here:
So let your gaze from me
Not stray too far away,
And your sweet kindness
Be not cruel to me.
And if you think it wrong
That I should love you,
Don’t hold me guilty too:
Love drives me, against whose course
Strength has no force – nor Measure.
I Love Spring
I took a trip to the botanical gardens today. If your community has a botanical gardens plan a visit. Spring is a beautiful time to be there. The mountain laurel were in bloom. Texas wildflowers were all other the place. Turtles were laying out on a log basking in the warm Texas sun. I caught a mild case of spring fever and it is getting worse by the moment. I love spring. It’s my favorite season. Everything is new. Live wins again.
The Spirit of Love ~ A Poem by Alexander Anderson
The Spirit of Love
Alexander Anderson
The Spirit of Love came down upon the earth,
He came full-breath’d and strong,
And ever as he went a glorious birth
Grew forth in flowers and song.
The trees burst into buds, and in all love
Shook forth their morning hymn,
While the white clouds kept silent watch above,
Like veilëd cherubim.
The populous birds from out their leafy bound
Made music everywhere,
And shook with thrills of modulated sound
The rich and balmy air.
The brooklet, silent for a weary time,
Broke into gush and flow,
And sang, as poets sing their first sweet rhyme,
Its pæan soft and low.
The flowers came forth and spread, in meek surprise,
Their hues of varied tone,
And gave, full-hearted, to the happy skies
An incense all their own.
A murmur like a fairy’s song went through
The earth’s life-heaving breast;
Then sank away, as all such murmurs do,
In ecstacies of rest.
So where that Spirit stood, in holy mirth—
By wood, or hill, or stream—
A smile, as if the sky had fallen to earth,
Woke up with angel beam.
And in that smile the leaves and flowers took part,
To make earth sweet and fair.
O Spirit of Love! come thou into my heart
And make all blossom there.
Seeking Joy ~ A Poem by William H. Davies
Seeking Joy
William H. Davies
Joy, how I sought thee!
Silver I spent and gold,
On the pleasures of this world,
In splendid garments clad;
The wine I drank was sweet,
Rich morsels I did eat—
Oh, but my life was sad!
Joy, how I sought thee!
Joy, I have found thee!
Far from the halls of Mirth,
Back to the soft green earth,
Where people are not many;
I find thee, Joy, in hours
With clouds, and birds, and flowers—
Thou dost not charge one penny.
Joy, I have found thee!
Butterflies ~ A Poem by Haniel Long
Butterflies
Haniel Long
There will be butterflies,
There will be summer skies
And flowers upthrust,
When all that Caesar bids,
And all the pyramids
Are dust.
There will be gaudy wings
Over the bones of things,
And never grief:
Who says that summer skies,
Who says that butterflies,
Are brief?
Echoing Echoes XXVIII ~ A Poem by Faustas Kirsa
Echoing Echoes XXVIII
Faustas Kirsa
Not all stars have the same pull,
Not all thoughts wave to the sun,
Not many words have heart appeal
While I dream bygone love.
I still believe you’ll show
Your kindest loving glance to me
And take on a sweet red glow,
And get me to find you flowers.
I’ll pick the best one for you,
The subtlest scented blossom
That came to life at dawn,
That earth and heaven sing to.
Come as the fog, wrap me in shadow,
It’s you my heart calls out to,
A song I made for you alone
Still echoing, still waiting.
Today’s Poem: I Am Gentle With You by Halina Poswiatowska
I Am Gentle With You
Halina Poswiatowska
I am gentle with you
as with bees
the sharp smell of flowers
I am kind to you
as to the bird’s tired wings
a swinging branch
as gold
I fall on your lids
with a smile
I chase away thoughts – stinging wasps
this night
has given you to me
the vast night
with my hair strewn in disorder over canvass
you are
clear like the moon
you shine
in my cold sky
I pray to you
what religion is this
where they worship the lips
of the curved god of dawns
ah religion
magnificent blasphemers
we are to one another
a closed four-cornered world
