A poem for Spring

Spring is officially here, and it is beginning to show where we live. The first blossoms are on the trees, our redbud is just beginning to show its crimson. The weather in Virginia is a bit dicey; warm one day, thunderstorms last night, then a cold front blowing in. Seems like a good day for a poem, a gift from Karen from Tennessee.

The Enkindled Spring 

By D. H. Lawrence


This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.


I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.


And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, ashadow that's gone astray, and is lost.