April Poetry
"And Spring
arose on the
garden fair,
Like the Spirit of
Love felt
everywhere;
And each flower
and herb on
Earth's dark
breast
rose from the
dreams of its
wintry rest
Percy Byshee Shelley
The Sensitive Plant
"A violet in the
youth of primy
nature,
Forward, not
permanent,
sweet,not
lasting,
The perfume and
suppliance of a
minute."
William Shakespeare
"When the time is
ripe for certain
things,
these things
appear in
different places
in the manner
of violets coming
to light in the
early spring."
Farkas Bolyai
"April hath put a
spirit of youth in
everything."
William Shapeskeare
Early Spring Lines
"I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant
thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind."
"Through primrose tufts,
in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;And 'tis my faith that every flowerEnjoys the air that it breathes."William Wordsworth
International Womens
Day poetry
"Women are the mammoth
reservoir of power and talent
which has yet
not been tapped."
"Empower woman,
empower the human
community. The base
on which the world stands
is a woman."
"A woman is one who
walks on her own footsteps
rather than following
the direction shown by the crowd."
"Love yourself first and
everything else falls into
line.
You really have to love yourself
to get anything done in
this world."
Lucille Ball
"A woman is like a tea bag
- you never know how
strong she is until she
gets it hot water."
Eleanor Roosevelt
I hope you enjoy my poetry.
March poetry
"The air is like a
butterfly
With frail blue
wings.
The happy earth
looks at the sky
And sings."
Joyce Kilmer,
Spring
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"The sun is
brilliant in the sky
but its warmth
does not reach
my face.
The breeze stirs
the trees but
leaves my hair
unmoved.
The cooling rain
will feed the
grass but will not
slake my thirst.
It is all inches
away but further
from me than my
dreams."
M. Romeo
LaFlamme, The
First of March
"I wandered
lonely as a cloud
That floats on
high o'er vales
and hills,
When at all once
I saw a crowd,
A host of golden
daffodils;
Beside the lake,
beneath the
trees,
Fluttering and
dancing in the
breeze."
William Wordsworth
Daffodils
"All nature seems at work.
Slugs leave their
lair
The bees are
stirring, birds are
on the wing,
And Winter
slumbering in the
open air,
Wears on his smiling face
a dream of spring."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
"You ask me why
I dwell in the
green mountain;
I smile and make
no reply for my
heart is free of care.
As the peach-
blossom flows
down stream
and is gone into the
unknown,
I have a world
apart that is not
among men."
Li Bai
February poetry
by Mike Garofalo
Circled round by
snowcapped peaks -
white blossoms.
Awakening,
I hear the truth -
gray rain on clay.
Daily rain -
from the deep well
this glass of water.
Dark trees
darker clouds -
rain on my glasses.
The pavement
ended,
a dirt road began -
stopping in the rain.
Old figs
unpruned,
abandoned -
peacocks home.
Other poets
"Winter is the time for comfort,
for good food
and warmth,for
the touch of a
friendly hand and
for a talk beside the fire: it is the
time for home."
Edith Sitwell
"Keep your faith
in beautiful
things;
in the sun when it
is hidden,
in the Spring
when it is gone.
Roy R Gibson
"The flowers of
late winter and
early spring
occupy places in
our hearts well
out of proportion
to their size."
Gertrude S. Wister
"Was it the smile
of early spring
That made me
bosom glow?
'Twas sweet, but
neither sun nor
wind
Could raise my
spirit so.
Was it some
feeling of delight,
All vague and
undefined?
No 'twas a
rapture deep and
strong,
Expanding in the
mind!"
Anne Bronte,
In Memory of A Happy Day
in Februry
"Winter came
down to our
home one night
Quietly
pirouetting in on
silvery-toed
slippers of snow,
And we, we were
children once
again."
"Why, what's the
matter
That you have
such a February
face,
So full of frost, of
storm and
cloudiness?"
William Shakespeare,
Much Ado About
Nothing
Nothing
January Gardening quotes
The leaves hop, scraping on the ground.
It is January. The sky is hard.
The stalks are firmly rooted in ice.
It is in this solitude, a syllable,
Out of these gawky flitterings,
Intones its single emptiness,
The savagest hollow of winter sound.
Wallace Stevens
You'd be so lean, that blasts of January
Would blow you through and through.
William Shakespeare
"Here's to thee,
old apple tree
Whence thou
mayest bud
Whence thou
mayest bear
apples enow."
Wassailing Songs
"To read a poem
in January is as
lovely as to go
for a walk in
June."
Jean-Paul Sartre
"It is deep January.
The sky is hard.
The stalks are firmly rooted
in ice."
Wallace Stevens
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