Spring

"If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom." ~Audra FoveoIsn't Springtime just grand? The sunshine has been so wonderful, and every green thing is finally waking! How exciting it is!
April is National Poetry Month, so I am going to be posting some of my favorite poems throughout. Here is one by Emily Dickinsen:

XLVIII
FATHER, I bring thee not myself,—
That were the little load;
I bring thee the imperial heart
I had not strength to hold.
The heart I cherished in my own
Till mine too heavy grew,
Yet strangest, heavier since it went,
Is it too large for you?

And, a familiar one from my childhood by Robert Louis Stevenson:

Where Go the Boats?
Dark brown is the river.
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating—
Where will all come home?

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore