A Spring Poem

Last week marked the first week of Spring. We've seen so many beautiful buds popping up through the ground, from crocuses, to snow drops and daffodils.

The dawn chorus has too played its part in making us feel rejuvenated! 

So in manner of all things Spring like, we've found a few poems we wanted to recite to you...

Spring, the sweet spring

BY THOMAS NASHE

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
 

Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
 

Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
 

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
 

The palm and may make country houses gay,
 

Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
 

And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
 

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
 

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
 

Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
 

In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
 

Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
 

Spring, the sweet spring!

After the Winter

BY CLAUDE MCKAY

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
 

And against the morning’s white
 

The shivering birds beneath the eaves
 

Have sheltered for the night,
 

We’ll turn our faces southward, love,
 

Toward the summer isle
 

Where bamboos spire the shafted grove
 

And wide-mouthed orchids smile.
 

And we will seek the quiet hill
 

Where towers the cotton tree,
 

And leaps the laughing crystal rill,
 

And works the droning bee.
 

And we will build a cottage there
 

Beside an open glade,
 

With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,
 

And ferns that never fade.
 

Find more at After the Winter by Claude McKay | Poetry Foundation