This poem was written by my dear friend, Anne Voight, and she has it on her blog at www.homekeynotes.com. Enjoy!
A lonely violet growing among the ivy, how did you get there?
Did a bird pluck you from your bed and deposit you here to brighten my day?
Did you catch a ride upon the wind?
Or, are you there to point the way
To the beautiful flowers of May?
So pure and white, like a left over snowflake from winter
You hide among the green and white leaves of ivy
As if to say, I’m here today and gone in May
But, Mairzy doats and dozy doats and liddle lamzy divey
A kiddley divey too, wouldn’t you?
If the words sound queer and funny to your ear, a little bit jumbled and jivey, sing:
Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy.
A kid’ll eat ivy too, wouldn’t you”
Great literature must spring from an upheaval in the author’s soul. If that upheaval is not present then it must come from the works of any other author which happens to be handy and easily adapted. Robert Benchley
April is national poetry month so in honor of that I will take a cue from the above quote and let the poets and my photographs paint a picture of spring.
Spring is when life’s alive in everything.
Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom.
—Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Sit quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.—Zen saying
An optimist is the human personification of spring.
—Susan J. Bissonett
Spring—an experience in immortality.
—Henry D. Thoreau‘