33 Spring Poems

Our First Thoughts of Spring

Our very first thoughts of spring are ones of life,
A season of rebirth and renewal, free from strife.
Everything seems to come alive in the spring,
From the tiny buds to the birds on the wing.
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A Time Of Hope

As winter's chill departs
The warmth of spring arrives
Seeing daffodils and crocus blooms
Allows hope and rebirth to thrive.  

Birds soar in the sky so blue  
Nature flings open its door  
Our hearts are filled with joy and delight
At this time of hope evermore!

Spring Greeting

Lo! the winter now is past;
Spring comes riding in at last,
With her healthful, balmy breeze,
Greeting birds and budding trees.
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Goodbye Winter, Hello Spring

No more boots or heavy coats,
We trade the frost for sunlit notes.
A gentle breeze replaces chill,
With blooming fields on every hill.

The birds return, their songs so sweet,
Grass beneath our carefree feet.
The sun shines bright, the air is clear,
Spring’s arrival brings us cheer.

So let’s enjoy this warming grace,
With nature’s beauty taking place.
A season fresh, a time to grow,
Where happiness and sunshine flow.

Spring Whispers

In winter's grasp, the world lay still,
A landscape draped in white and chill.
But hark! Spring's whispers softly sound,
As nature wakes from slumber profound.
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Smile Of Spring

A beautiful and happy girl,
With step as light as summer air.
Eyes glad with smiles, and brow of pearl,
Shadowed by many a careless curl
Of unconned and flowing hair;
A seeming child in every thing.
Save thoughtful brow and ripening charms,
As Nature wears the smile of Spring
When sinking into Summer's arms.

Spring

Velvet hills on every hand —
Nature broods o'er vale and rand;
Water lilies grace each pond —
Poppies deck the fields beyond.

Mountain-peak, with hoary head,
Purple robes o'er him are spread —
Towers in grandeur — awe instills —
Father of the lesser hills.

Leave your carking cares behind,
Poor are those to Nature blind;
Winter gone — all's new in Spring —
With the birds exultant sing.

April's Awakening

April's awakening signals spring,
A season where new life takes wing.
Winter's slumber ends at last,
As nature blooms and skies turn bright.

Colors burst through sleepy trees,
Promising warmth and longer days.
April, my favorite time of year,
Where hope and possibility appear.

The Middle of Spring

May has arrived with much delight,
Spring in its middle, such a sight,
Rejuvenation, growth and greenery,
Sunshine pouring, warmth and energy.

May your life be filled with same,
Abounding growth, no sense of shame,
Excitement running through your veins,
Joyous times that nothing restrains.

Spring Perpetual

If birds be singing in your soul,
What matter though the snow-clouds roll
Across a sky that's bleak and drear
Or that the winter time is here?

If buds be bursting in your heart,
What though men hasten through the mart
With collars lifted 'round their ears
And eyes a-brim with wind-made tears?

If it be sweet springtime within,
We need not heed the breezes thin;
We need not even wonder whether
The season calls for wintry weather.

Spring

The country ever has a lagging Spring,
Waiting for May to call its violets forth,
And June its roses- showers and sunshine bring,
Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth;
To put their foliage out, the woods are slack,
And one by one the singing-birds come back.

Within the city's bounds the time of flowers
Comes earlier. Let a mild and sunny day,
Such as full often, for a few bright hours,
Breathes through the sky of March the airs of May,
Shine on our roofs and chase the wintry gloom-
And lo! our borders glow with sudden bloom.

The Lawn Mower

When we finally flip it over
the fireflies are out. The neighbor boy
has had his stitches in so I can finally admit
I think it is all fantastic: the suck
of the spark plug undone, the stuck blade
bent into the guard, and the sound
of the hammer’s head reshaping the metal.
In this our suburban Eden we've only
a teenage Adam too dreamy to manage
his motorized scythe and silly Eve leaving
her coffee cups and plastic plant pots
behind in the grass. Though it's a long way
from a fall, this spring's first disaster,
I did like the thin thread of red
on his upper lip, and I like my mower
turned over among the glowworms,
a monstrous dandelion as unnatural as we
are, out in a garden, with our untidy
golds and our dangerous sharps.

Early Spring

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure...

A Welcome To Spring

Cold winter is gone with his ice and his snow,
And hushed are the rude winds that fiercely did blow,
Fair spring has returned with her soft frequent gales,
That steal o'er the mountains and sigh through the vales.
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The Lawyer's Invocation To Spring

Whereas, on certain boughs and sprays
Now divers birds are heard to sing,
And sundry flowers their heads upraise.
Hail to the coming on of Spring!

The songs of those said birds arouse
The memory of our youthful hours,
As green as those said sprays and boughs.
As fresh and sweet as those said flowers.

The birds aforesaid - happy pairs -
Love, 'mid the aforesaid boughs, inshrines
In freehold nests; themselves their heirs,
Administrators, and assigns.

O busiest term of Cupid's Court,
Where tender plaintiffs actions bring, -
Season of frolic and of sport,
Hail, as aforesaid, coming Spring!

The Question

I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way,
Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring,
And gentle odors led my steps astray,
Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring
Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay
Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling
Its green arms round the bosom of the stream,
But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.
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S P R I N G

S oft winds whisper through the trees,
P etals open with buzzing bees.
R ays of sunshine warm the ground,
I n every corner, life is found.
N ature wakes from winter’s chill,
G rowth and hope, a season to thrill.

Spring Has Come

The sunbeams, lost for half a year,
Slant through my pane their morning rays;
For dry northwesters cold and clear.
The east blows in its thin blue haze.
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Spring Bugaboo

Time drags by on leaden feet,
Your points of thinking powers don’t meet.
Your head sinks low upon your chest,
You’d sell your soul to get some rest.
Your eyes are dull, you stare in space,
An obscure look spreads o’er your face
No bright alert words come from you,
Your gay remarks are all too few.
In case you are wondering what’s the matter,
Spring fever’s got you in a dather.

Beautiful Spring

Ah, gentle spring, thy balmy breeze,
New chanting mid the budding trees,
A glorious resurrection sings!
And on thy soft, ethereal wings
Sweet nectar from ten thousand flowers,
That bloom in nature's happy bowers,
Thou dost as holy incense bring
To Him who sheds the beams of spring.
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Spring

Again the violet of our early days
Drinks beauteous azure from the golden sun,
And kindles into fragrance at his blaze;
The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
Talk of tomorrow's cowslips, as they run.
Wild apple, thou art blushing into bloom!
Thy leaves are coming, snowy-blossomed thorn!
Wake, buried lily! spirit, quit thy tomb!
And thou shade-loving hyacinth, be born!
Then, haste, sweet rose! sweet woodbine, hymn the morn,
Whose dewdrops shall illume with pearly light
Each grassy blade that thick embattled stands
From sea to sea, while daisies infinite
Uplift in praise their little glowing hands
O'er every hill that under heaven expands.

Nearly Ready

In the snowing and the blowing,
In the cruel sleet,
Little flowers begin their growing
Far beneath our feet.
Softly taps the Spring, and cheerly,
"Darlings, are you here?"
Till they answer, "We are nearly,
Nearly ready, dear."

"Where is Winter, with his snowing?
Tell us, Spring," they say.
Then she answers, "He is going,
Going on his way.
Poor old Winter does not love you;
But his time is past;
Soon my birds shall sing above you,
Set you free at last."

Spring Comes

She comes! she comes! the gentle spring
With all her princely train!
Her magic wands choice blessings bring
Back to our hearts again.
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Of Joy and Health

Fast, so fast for you he's flying, -
One small bird I know,
Gathering from the Spring-time woodland
Wishes, where they grow.

This whole green earth of Spring is God's embodied wish for man.
The glad green earth holds her sparkling cup; -
May thine be a brimming measure,
Of joy and health, mayhap of wealth
And every cherished treasure!

Sweet May hath come to love us,
Flowers, trees, their blossoms don;
And through the blue heavens above us
The very clouds move on.
Heinrich Heine

The chill has passed, new life appears,
Spring wipes away the winter's tears.
With flowers blooming, skies so blue,
A season of hope, fresh and new.

Spring forever appears
the soothing music part
of lyrics unspoken.
It thaws the frozen fears,
mends the wounded heart
that Winter has broken.
Aarno Davidson

The birds return, their melodies clear,
Spring's gentle whisper draws us near.
With every bud and every tree,
Spring breathes renewal into me.

The soil awakens, the grass turns green,
A world reborn in every scene.
With fragrant air and skies of light,
Spring's beauty fills both day and night.

The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven -
All's right with the world!
Robert Browning

Blossoms bloom and breezes play,
Spring brings smiles to every day.
A season rich with growth and cheer,
Where dreams take flight and skies are clear.

I've banished Winter, saith the Spring,
Awake! arise, ye flowers!
Brisk breezes blow,
Bright sunshine glow,
And rouse the young Year's powers.
Henry James Slack

Springtime showers, soft and slow,
Help the seeds of life to grow.
With each new sprout, our hearts reset—
Spring reminds us not to forget.