Here is some spring poetry that I found on the Internet, which I found quite lovely, for anybody here who lives in the Southern Hemisphere (in other words, for anybody for whom spring has just come). I have already posted selections for fall in the post directly below this one.
This first poem is by a famous Japanese poet named Ryōkan.
First Days of Spring
First days of spring.....blue sky, bright sun.
Everything is gradually becoming fresh and green.
Carrying my bowl, I walk slowly to the village.
The children, surprised to see me,
Joyfully crowd about, bringing
my begging trip to an end by the temple gate.
I place my bowl on top of a white rock and
Hang my sack from the branch of a tree.
Here we play with the wild grasses and throw a ball.
For a time, I play catch while the children sing;
Then it's my turn.
Playing like this, here and there, I have forgotten the time.
Passers-by point and laugh at me, asking,
"What is the reason for such foolishness?"
No answer I give, only a deep bow;
Even if I replied, they would not understand.
Look around! There is nothing besides this.
This second one is by Emily Matthews.
Each Spring is a brand new beginning with so much to see and to do. With new opportunities waiting to make all our wishes come true.
It's such a good time to plan changes, to make the fresh start we might need. To try something different and daring, to reach for the stars and succeed.
Each Spring is a brand new beginning, a precious new chance sent our way. To follow our dreams and fulfill them with joy in our hearts every day.