You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper's on the table, and we'll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)
And go along with you
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.