passing motor busses swayed,
For the street was a river of rain;
Lashed into little golden waves
In the lamp light's stain.
the wild spring rain and thunder
My heart was wild and gay;
Your eyes said more to me that night
Than your lips would ever say. . . .
thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain.
from: Spring Rain
by: Sarah Teasdale
Spring, for now from all the dripping eaves
The spear of ice has wept itself away,
And hour by hour unfolding woodbine leaves
O'er his uncertain shadow droops the day.
She comes! The loosen'd rivulets run;
The frost-bead melts upon her golden hair;
Her mantle, slowly greening in the Sun,
Now wraps her close, now arching leaves her bar
To breaths of balmier air.......
From: The Progress of Spring
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
You say.....What a
dreary way to represent Springtime!!
But you see:
Rain for the fields that have lain dormant all winter;
Rain for the creeks and ponds that will sustain
the cattle and wildlife that rely on them during
the dog days of summer.
Spring in Mississippi
Busy for the farmer who has renewed his faith
in nature (and cotton) and has decided to plow the earth again.
Tractors dot the horizon as they pull from beneath
their winter sheds and farmers test their readiness.
Spring is busy for young men and women.....
for the 'love bug' has bitten.
Busy for the preparedness of summer and summer
vacation ....from school and from the weary days of winter.
Alive with activity!
Braves Baseball, my daughter's softball, and everyone fishing.
Soft sun and southern breezes
Outdoor grilling..hamburgers...chicken...and steaks.
The spring peepers at night heard through
open windows that blow softly
in the night breeze.
The boat is uncovered and washed and polished,
the Barnett Reservoir is waiting for us.
Mississippi Spring is waiting for us!!!