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Monday, March 9, 2009

A Spring Snowfall..

A Spring snowfall.........of flowers.

Spring the Sweet Spring.

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!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!

Thomas Nashe (1600)

6 comments:

bennie and patsy said...

Just beautiful, I am so happy to see spring .We had blue birds come look at our bluebird house by the patio today as we sit close by.
Patsy

Janet said...

Beautiful photo, my daffs are out and the tulips are on their way.

Winifred said...

Looks gorgeous!

The Prodigal Tourist said...

So charming--do love spring. It's freezing here but our crocuses are out. That's about it so far though, can't wait!
BTW--didn't realize Ms. Brahms had died. What a shame! And she was the young one!

Denise said...

Lovely photo and I enjoyed the poem.

Jeannette St.G. said...

How curious - I posted the same blossoms on the same day! Did you realize this?