Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Spring, sweet spring

Today I'm packing for our ski trip: jackets, sweaters, scarves, hats and mittens galore.
I'm headed to a winter wonderland, but Spring is outside my door.

Our fruit trees are in bloom, scenting the air with their sweet fragrance.
No need to play music outside, the birds are handling that.
My garden spade winks at me,
anxious for the chance to do some serious work.
It's been a long, cold winter here,
and I can't wait to dig in.

Spring is on its way.
Take some time to really see it.  Like so many things in life,
blink and you'll miss it.
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo
The palm and may make country houses gay
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit
In every street these tunes our ears do greet
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!

From Summer's Last Will and Testament by Thomas Nashe


Honorary Indian said...

Great minds think alike...I blogged today, too. :-)

Started gathering our skiing belongings, too. We won't be traveling light, that's for sure.

Love the poem.


Cindy said...

Hey have a great little vacay!! Fun Fun Fun! Your garden will be waiting when you get home:) lovely poem! have a safe and fun trip!