"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."
~Shakespeare

Wind and sea and cloud and cloud-forsaking
Mirth of moonlight where the storm leaves free
Heaven awhile, for all the wrath of waking
Wind and sea.
~Algernon Charles Swinburne

O! how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day!
~William Shakespeare

Alone with myself
The trees bend
to carress me
The shade hugs
my heart.
~Candy Polgar

Poor Nietzsche in Turin . . .
~Robert Hass

I
like
trees
because
they seem more
resigned
to the way
they
have to live
than
other
things
do.
~Willa Cather

A bird came down the walk,
He did not know I saw;
~Emily Dickinson

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
~Robert Herrick

It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want - oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
~Mark Twain

The tulips are too excitable . . .
~Sylvia Plath

An optimist is the human personification of spring.
~Susan J. Bissonette

. . .who could help but long for the gardens of home?
~Li Po

A little Madness in the Spring . . .
~Emily Dickinson

April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.
~Christopher Morley

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,
~Coldplay

Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

. . .While the Lily white shall in love delight . . .
~William Blake

And the book says,
"We may be through with the past,
but the past ain't through with us."
~from Magnolia, the film written by Paul Thomas Anderson

. . . You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; . . .
T.S. Eliot

I

heard

a

thousand

blended

notes . . .

~William Wordsworth

I

can

only

find

words

for. . . .

~Frederick Seidel

Are
they
shadows
that
we
see?
~Samuel Daniel

when
lilacs
last
in the
dooryard
bloomed . . .
~Walt Whitman

I have a Bird in sping
Which for myself doth sing--
~Emily Dickinson

let
the rain
kiss
you . . .
~Langston Hughes

no

winter

last

forever . . .

~Hal Borland

Easter
spells
out
beauty . . .
~S.D. Gordon

the sun was warm

but the wind was chill. . . .

~Robert Frost

yesterday
the twig was
brown and
bare . . .
~L.H. Bailey

hope

springs

eternal . . .

~Alexander Pope