"Crocuses have come; wind flowers
Tremble against quick April. Violets put on the night's blue, Primroses wear the pale dawn, The gold daffodils have stolen From the sun." "This Fevers Me" Richard Eberhart "Beneath the light, against your white door, The smallest moths, like Chinese fans, Flatten themselves, silver and silver-gilt Over pale yellow, orange, or gray." "A Cold Spring" Elizabeth Bishop "Always it happens when we are not there-- The tree leaps up alive into the air, Small open parasols of Chinese green Wave on each twig." "Metamorphosis" May Sarton The Language of Spring: Poems for the Season of Renewal with poems selected by Robert Atwan was published by Beacon Press in 2003.
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