Spring is in the air

It has been such a cold winter in England, but today I saw the snowdrops making an appearance, which heralds spring and new life and hope. Here is a poem about Spring by Christina Rossetti. In India Spring is heralded by the celebration Vasanta Pancami. 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.”