Gardens Of Delight

When first I see the robin linger
On pine needle-laden forest floors,
I know the winterís finílly past
And spring has opened up its doors.

The tiny patch of faded green
We glimpsed through winterís frost
Spreads like a carpet through the wood,
When spring my threshhold's crossed.

The sky is blue, the air is warm --
No more of winterís gloom,
And lilacs dance upon the breeze
When spring walks in the room.

All out-of-doors becomes my home,
The winter-worn heart soars,
And all is sunny, bright, and free:
Springís opened up its doors!

Antonio Vivaldi: Spring (from "The Four Seasons").
Claude Debussy: Prelude To The Afternoon Of A Faun.
Frederick Delius: On Hearing The First Cuckoo In Spring.

That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty.
--William Shakespeare, The Winter's Tale; Act IV, scene iv.

Poem, "When Spring Has Opened Up Its Doors," © 2007 by Michele Grace.

All site content © by site owner.