Cloud-topped and splendid, dominating all
The little lesser hills which compass thee,
Thou standest, bright with April’s buoyancy,
Yet holding Winter in some shaded wall
Of stern, steep rock; and startled by the call
Of Spring, thy trees flush with expectancy
And cast a
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.