To start poetry month off with a grand start here are four offerings for Spring:
Starry-eyed in April morn,
Rain bells glitter on the thorn.
Birds are tuning down the lane
Patter song of fallen rain.
Spring can grieve but Spring can be
Very life of minstrelsy !
Gorse has lit his lanterns all.
Cobwebbed thrift’s a fairy ball,
Earth it smells as good as new,
Winds are merry, sky is blue.
Song on May Morning
Now the bright morning star, Day’s harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that doth inspire
Mirth and youth and warm desire;
Woods and groves are of thy dressing.
Hill and Dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee and wish thee long.
How the Goddess of Spring Came to Scoring
by Charles Kingsley
White were the moorlands,
And frozen before her;
Green were the moorlands,
And blooming behind her.
Out of her gold locks
Shaking the Spring flowers,
Out of her garments
Shaking the south wind,
Around in the birches,
Awaking the throstles,
And making chaste housewives all,
Long for their heroes home;
Loving and love-giving, Came she to Scoring.
-from The Longbeard’s Saga
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast,
As she dances about he sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under;
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.