I had no thought of violets of late,
The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet
In wistful April days, when lovers mate
And wander through the fields in raptures sweet.
The thought of violets meant florists’ shops,
And bows and pins, and perfumed papers fine;
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.
|1921||Two Sewing||Hazel Hall|
|1921||Spring Storm||William Carlos Williams|
|1921||Spring||Edna St. Vincent Millay|
|1920||Spring in New Hampshire||Claude McKay|
|1918||Spring||Gerard Manley Hopkins|
|1918||Spring Song||Sherwood Anderson|
|1916||Spring Day [Bath]||Amy Lowell|
|1916||Sea Poppies||H. D.|
|1916||The Enkindled Spring||D. H. Lawrence|