By Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Welcome children of the Spring, In your garbs of green and gold, Lifting up your sun-crowned heads On...
Explore Poems: Spring
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- By John TickhillIn springtime, chief of all seasons, in May when new joys rise and flourish, the sun is lord and messenger...
- By E. E. Cummingswhat if a much of a which of a wind gives truth to the summer's lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the...
- By William ShakespeareWhen daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do...
- By Arthur SymonsSide by side through the streets at midnight, Roaming together, Through the tumultuous night of London...
- By AazhidegiizhigWaababaa As my eyes inaabiyan search mashkode the prairie noongom igod ji-niibin I feel the summer in...
- By Miguel AlgarínNot tonight but tomorrow when the light turns the peach tree green and the Earth sprouts its young leaves...
- By Chris Glomskiof waves dropped into froth Jellyfish a jar of innards half-buried in sand Dead nature What are these...
- By Meena AlexanderThis disease has come back With frills and furbelows. You must give your whole life to poetry Only a few survive...
- By Meena AlexanderSo how will it end? You want it straight? He looked me in the eye: You will lose weight, Become more and more tired. This...
- By Robert FrostNature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour...
- By Wallace Stevensi The World without Imagination Nota: man is the intelligence of his soil, The sovereign ghost. As ...
- By William Carlos WilliamsThe farmer in deep thought is pacing through the rain among his blank fields, with hands in pockets,...
- By William Carlos WilliamsThis is the time of year when boys fifteen and seventeen wear two horned lilac blossoms in their caps...
- By E. E. CummingsO sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked...
- By Hieu Minh NguyenEven though it’s May & the ice cream truck parked outside my apartment is somehow certain, I have a ...
- By Ursula K. Le GuinAUTUMN gold of amber red of ember brown of umber all September MCCOY CREEK Over the bright shallows...
- By Gordon Henry Jr.The story goes from in a rainfall to sister walking a field browned autumn. And when she arrives winter...
- By Marilyn Singerapril is a dog's dream the soft grass is growing the sweet breeze is blowing the air all full of singing...
- By Kiki PetrosinoI’ll conjure the perfect Easter & we’ll plant mini spruces in the yard— my pink gloves & your green ...