In a skiff on a sunrisen lake we are watchers. Swimming aimlessly is luxury just as walking loudly up a shallow stream is. As we lean over the deep well, we whisper. Friends at hearths are drawn to the one warm air; strangers meet on beaches drawn to the one wet sea. What wd it be to be water, one body of
Spring is a time of transition and renewal, with March bringing in the very beginnings of the season, and with April pegged for its rain showers, while May blossoms and blooms with flowers. Browse our selection of poems about the spring season.