BLOOMING.......

 This year, things that did not bloom for a couple of years, are blooming, things that bloomed a tad, last year, are blooming like they cannot wait..........

 MAY DAY (1920) by SARA TEASDALE......

 A delicate fabric of bird song

 Floats in the air

 The smell of wet wild earth

 IS EVERYWHERE!

 Red small leaves of the maple are clenched like a hand

 Like girls at their first communion

 The pear trees stand..........

 Oh I must pass NOTHING BY

 WITHOUT LOVING IT SOOO much,

 The grass with my touch.

 For I shall see again..........

 The world.........

 On the first of May

 Shining.................

 After

 The rain.........

 "Give all you have been, or could be........."

 PHOTOGRAPHS 2019

SPRING at LAST...

 First day of spring. I have been reading poems by Alfred,Lord Tennyson (1809-1892). (From my ancient "1000 Beautiful Things" poetry book, published  in 1948.)
Alfred  was the mover and  shaker of his day.  He had star status . Just like Justin Mieber, Tennyson was   mobbed so many times by the public that he took a home on the Isle of Wight, after becoming appointed a Baron by Queen Victoria. Way to go, Alfred! 
   So here is  SPRING by Tennyson......

 Now fades the last long streak of snow,

 Now burgeons every maze of quick

 About the flowering squares, and thick ashen roots the violets blow.

 Now rings the woodland loud and long,

 The distance takes a lovelier hue,

 And drowned in yonder living blue

 The lark becomes a sightless song.

 Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,

 The flocks are whiter down the vale,

 And milkier every milky sail, on winding stream or distant sea.

 Where now the seamew pipes, or dives in yonder green gleam and fly

 The happy birds, that change their sky,

 To build and brood,

 That live their lives.

 From land to land,

 and in my breast

 SPRING wakens too; and my regret

 Becomes an April violet,

 And buds and blossoms , Like the rest......

"Spring" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

Last Two Days of Winter

 In the last two days of Winter.....

 Cordelia sits on her Moai under blue washed skies.

 Spencer suns himself like a god.

 Mount Washington wakes up from its long nap.

 Crocus bloom

 Tides roll back.

 And Smokey comes running to  say hello...

 hello....

 hello....

 Lion Mane balances precariously on the fence.

 The greenhouse is cleared out.

 And the mourning doves  sit in pots of seeds.

 Spencer  gets sleepy on the bench, like he does every spring.

 And Johnny Jump Ups pop up through the lawn. First flower to grow wild.

 Smokey basks in the cool sun every afternoon. Before heading home.

 Skies grow dark. Thunder looms over the sea.

 And in the greenhouse: Clematis blooms

 Out of the dormant dark green leaves.

 Swooshing up to the  roof.

 And Smokey stops and stares through the window.

 While Spencer meows at another.

 The light shines brighter, the day is longer, the last two days of winter....