Sunday, April 06, 2014

It is Spring, and it's starting to show. The trees are different; they are not greening yet, but they are alive in a different way. Expectant! Flowers and shrubs that are yellow are showing their colors. And since this is poetry week, I thought this one was suitable:
Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
>Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth

3 comments:

Dick Stanley said...

Mercifully it never snows in Austin, certainly not in April. We were up to 88 the other day, now fallen back into the upper 60s, but forecast for high 70s by Friday. Our bluebonnets are up, the red buds have bloomed and are putting out leaves and the butterflies keep butterflying when its warm enough.

miriam said...

It sounds wonderful.

Dick Stanley said...

It is but I shouldn't mislead you. Spring is our best season. The hundred degree days, the wildfires and the dust will be here soon enough.