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SPRING POEMS

After the long, cold dark winter Spring is a welcome sign. The sun shines and temperatures begin to rise. Trees and plants come back to life. The color of the spring flowers cheer us up and invigorates us, providing new hope for the coming year.

Welcome to our spring poems page. We have chosen a few pieces of poetry that celebrate this wonderful time of year.

Spring Flowers, Daffodils in Spring

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She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour;
"Winter is dead."

~ A.A. Milne

Spring Fever

Spring Poems

Have you had enough of winter and can't wait for Spring to arrive? Read some of our Spring poems to remind yourself of the season of renewal and rebirth.

The gradual move to warmer temperatures wakes up the dormant flowers and trees, you can check out our nature poems, some of which describe this reawakening of the earth.

 

Spring Poem

Spring is here,
Let's give some cheer!

Flowers bloom, trees grow,
Water falls, winds blow.

Bees buzz, kids play,
Say hooray! Spring is today!

Poetry about Spring

Nothing is so beautiful as spring -
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.

What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth's sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.--Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid's child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

~ Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)


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The Spring

Now that the winter’s gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes; and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream:
But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,
And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
The drowsy cuckoo and the humble-bee.
Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring,
In triumph to the world, the youthful spring:
The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array
Welcome the coming of the long’d-for May.
Now all things smile: only my love doth lower,
Nor hath the scalding noon-day sun the power
To melt that marble ice, which still doth hold
Her heart congeal’d, and makes her pity cold.
The ox, which lately did for shelter fly
Into the stall, doth now securely lie
In open fields; and love no more is made
By the fire-side, but in the cooler shade
Amyntas now doth with his Chloris sleep
Under a sycamore, and all things keep
Time with the season: only she doth carry
June in her eyes, in her heart January.

~ Thomas Carew

A Prayer in Spring

We take joy in the green leaves and the blossoming flowers.
Soon the plants will grow and harvest time is coming.

We take joy in the buds and verdant green,
Soon the warmth will clothe the land.

We take pleasure in the return of the swallows,
the skies filled with birds of the air.

This earth once again produces it's miracle,
life born out of death, the miracle of Springtime.

Spring Poem: Spring Garden

So when I looked at those flowers,
I was looking at God
For they bloomed in His sun
and grew in His sod
And each lovely flower
was a "voice from above"
That whispered a message
of kindness and love
For I feel in my heart,
and I know you do, too,
That God speaks to us all
through the kind things we do
And when I looked at those flowers
I couldn't help but feel
That they brought heaven nearer
and made God so real.

~ Helen Steiner Rice

Spring To Summer

The daffodils now blooming in the sun
Signalling to us that winter is done
With different flowers soon to show their hues
Tulips now blossoming, with red, white, and blues.
Spring is such a lovely time of year
Telling us, that summer is near
Time to sit outside, on a nice day
Perhaps taking a break, if you may
Grass is now green, there are buds in the trees
Planting soon starts, with different seeds
Let's hope it will be a lovely year
Thankful for the things, that we hold dear.

~ Genevieve Gaherty

April's Charms

When April scatters charms of primrose gold
Among the copper leaves in thickets old,
And singing skylarks from the meadows rise,
To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies;

When I can hear the small woodpecker ring
Time on a tree for all the birds that sing;
And hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long --
The simple bird that thinks two notes a song;

When I can hear the woodland brook, that could
Not drown a babe, with all his threatening mood;
Upon these banks the violets make their home,
And let a few small strawberry vlossoms come:

When I go forth on such a pleasant day,
One breath outdoors takes all my cares away;
It goes like heavy smoke, when flames take hold
Of wood that's green and fill a grate with gold.

~ William Henry Davies

Ode On The Spring

Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours,
Fair Venus' train appear,
Disclose the long-expecting flowers,
And wake the purple year!
The Attic warbler pours her throat,
Responsive to the cuckoo's note,
The untaught harmony of spring:
While whisp'ring pleasure as they fly,
Cool zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky
Their gather'd fragrance fling.

Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch
A broader, browner shade;
Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech
O'er-canopies the glade,
Beside some water's rushy brink
With me the Muse shall sit, and think
(At ease reclin'd in rustic state)
How vain the ardour of the crowd,
How low, how little are the proud,
How indigent the great!

Still is the toiling hand of Care:
The panting herds repose:
Yet hark, how thro' the peopled air
The busy murmur glows!
The insect youth are on the wing,
Eager to taste the honied spring,
And float amid the liquid noon:
Some lightly o'er the current skim,
Some show their gaily-gilded trim
Quick-glancing to the sun.

To Contemplation's sober eye
Such is the race of man:
And they that creep, and they that fly,
Shall end where they began.
Alike the busy and the gay
But flutter thro' life's little day,
In fortune's varying colours drest:
Brush'd by the hand of rough mischance,
Or chill'd by age, their airy dance
They leave, in dust to rest.

Methinks I hear in accents low
The sportive kind reply:
Poor moralist! and what art thou?
A solitary fly!
Thy joys no glitt'ring female meets,
No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets,
No painted plumage to display:
On hasty wings thy youth is flown;
Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone—
We frolic, while 'tis May.

~ Thomas Gray

A Prayer in Spring

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.

And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid-air stands still.

For this is love and nothing else is love,
The which it is reserved for Goad above
To sanctify to what far ends He will.
But which it only needs that we fulfill
~ Robert Frost

The Breath of Spring...

The breath of Spring
Lifting on wings that feel
The pulse of Life
Hope that will bring
A sense of 'real'
After the shadowy, wintry days
Now gone...

The dawn's first whispering
Of gentle birdsong 'wakening
To splendid day,
The heart takes wing
And soars majestically
On freedom's way...

What joy indeed!
The poet in me
Rejoices midst the gentle need
To happy be...
And count his blessings!

Longing for Spring

O how I long again to see
The vernal face of Spring,
And hear, from every budding tree,
Some little warbler sing.

I long to see the forest trees
Clothed in their robes of green,
And swaying in the gentle breeze
Display their glossy sheen.

I long to wander by the stream
Where sport the speckled trout,
Or in the noontide's genial gleam
See lambkins frisk about.

I long to see the sons of toil
Perform the noble deed
Of breaking up the stubborn soil
To plant the fertile seed

I long to see the meadows green
Bespread with flowerets gay--
I long to have a change of scene
From winter cold and gray.

It won't be long--a little while
And snows will disappear
And Flora with her winning smile
Shall find a welcome here.

~ S. Moore


and finally, something written by Robert Louis Stevenson,

Spring Poem: April Showers

When April skies begin to frown,
And the cold rain comes pelting down,
We must not grumble nor complain,
Nor idly say, we hate the rain.

God sends the rain; the dust-y ground
It softens in the fields around;
The moisture every plant receives,
And springs afresh in flowers and leaves.

Should God forbid the showers to fall,
Nor send us any rain at all,
The ground would all grow hard and dry,
And every living plant would die.

All things would starve and perish then--
No food for birds, nor beasts, nor men;
Then do not murmur, nor complain,
God, in His goodness, sends the rain.

Spring Poems for Children

Signs of Spring

When the snow melts away,
And it's rainy and gray,
And the birds are beginning to sing...

Trees have tender green buds,
And the earth turns to mud,
That's how you can tell it is spring!

No more mittens and boots,
No more bulky snow suits,
It's too warm to wear all those things!

Flowers bloom everywhere,
Their perfume fills the air,
That's how you can tell it is spring!

If you enjoyed reading our Spring poems then perhaps you would like to read poems about the other seasons. Follow the links to find Fall, and Winter poems, or poems about Summer.

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