Thank you for bringing back this thread Vicky.


Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices
instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable
shrieking into the heart of the night.
- Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke

That was a lovely idea to bring this beautiful thread back!
Today we went outside of Rome and I took some pictures of this beautifully blooming tree.


Spring colours the world

Blossoms reach into the sky

Hearts bloom in sheer joy



Love,
Margherita

Dear Margherita, Thank you for this lovely picture of the blossom trees. Our trees here are not quite this far yet, but there are little things blooming on the ground. Soon the sun will awaken the blossoms on the trees.

Love, Inda

Your picture is lovely Margherita.
Spring is here.

Thank you for these beautiful words:

Spring colours the world

Blossoms reach into the sky

Hearts bloom in sheer joy

Love,
Vicky

Seasonal Answers


I asked the Spring
leaves...

"Why do you cling?"

And the answer later falls to
me...in autumn shades of
wonder.

Eric P. McCarty

Thank you all for continuing this beautiful thread.
Now I know that spring is really here.

Love,
Sue

Breathing in Spring with you, my dear friends.

Yesterday I took this picture in a small little town near Rome.

Love,
Margherita

Spring has finally arrived and I thought it might be nice to bring back this beautiful thread.

Love,
Vicky


And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.



~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant"

Thank you Vicky for bringing back this thread.
Spring is really here. Everything is in bloom.




And the spring arose on the garden fair like the spirit of Love felt everywhere.

- Percy Bysshe Shelley

Pretty soon we will be able to have a wonderful walk like this.

This is the most beautiful season.



It hasn't quite arrived yet, but soon. Enjoy every moment because it's presence is very brief.

Thank you Sue for bringing back this thread.
It is still a bit cold here today, but my early spring flowers are blooming, and they will always be beautiful.
This is my favourite season. Everything is delicate and fresh.


A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
It's loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.

John Keats

I like this beautiful thread very much.

It is still a bit cold here, and I am dreaming of warm spring weather and all the beauty that it brings.

Love,
yoko



Many things
they bring to mind
cherry blossoms.

-Basho

I am already seeing the beginning of this.



At the moment there are just the green leaves and the closed buds, but it is getting quite warm and it has been raining, all of which will soon give us a lot of colour.

Love,
Sue

Thank you yoko and Sue for the lovely message and images.
Today it is really warm and my spring flowers have opened.

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Spring Quiet

Christina Rossetti (1847)


Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing.

Where in the whitethom
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.

Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs
Arching high over
A cool green house:

Full of sweet scents,
And whispering air
Which sayeth softly:
“We spread no snare;

“Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.

“Here the sun shineth
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be.”

How wonderful each thing is
that I look at, but springtime
goes away.

-Kito (1740-1788)

Thank you yoko for this lovely little poem that you posted on the Irises post.



Sadly, spring does go away, all too soon.

Love, Inda

When I see this, then I know that winter has gone, and spring is truly here.

And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

~Percy Bysshe Shelley

When I open the door in the morning, everything is fresh and covered with springtime dew.



Eleanor Farjean

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

Spring is here in all its glory.
The weather is warm and the buds are all starting to open. The birds are back, and they are singing.Let us enjoy this lovely season.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. ~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke

Face of the spring moon.


Face of the spring moon--
about twelve years old,
I'd say.

by Kobayashi Issa


All the birds are coming back from the south.

Love,
yoko