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You can't see Canada across lake Erie, but you know it's there. It's the same with spring. You have to have faith, especially in Cleveland.
Sep 17, 2025
The naked earth is warm with Spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's kiss glorying, And quivers in the sunny breeze.
Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
A gush of bird song, a patter of dew A cloud and a rainbow's warning; Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue An April day in the morning!
The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames.
Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?
I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet in a garden.
All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing. Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Spring won't let me stay in this house any longer! I must get out and breathe the air deeply again.
Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o'daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea.
I have seen the Lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.
Yesterday the twig was brown and bare; To-day the glint of green is there; Tomorrow will be leaflets spare; I know no thing so wondrous fair, No miracle so strangely rare. I wonder what will next be there!
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.
I think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring. Who can resist the feelings of hope and joy that one gets from participating in nature's rebirth?
April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.
No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.
April is a promise that May is bound to keep.
Indoors or out, no one relaxes In March, that month of wind and taxes, The wind will presently disappear, The taxes last us all the year.
Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world
The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.
That God once loved a garden we learn in Holy writ. And seeing gardens in the Spring I well can credit it.
God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.
Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'
Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Well-apparel'd April on the heel Of limping Winter treads.
Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well.
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
The shot heard round the world.
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!