Welcome spring in all its glory
Roots and leaves themselves alone are these,
Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods and pond-side,
Breast-sorrel and pinks of love, fingers that wind around tighter
than vines,
Gushes from the throats of birds hid in the foliage of trees as the
sun is risen,
Breezes of land and love set from living shores to you on the living
sea, to you O sailors!
Frost-mellow’d berries and Third-month twigs offer’d fresh to young
persons wandering out in the fields when the winter breaks up,
Love-buds put before you and within you whoever you are,
Buds to be unfolded on the old terms,
If you bring the warmth of the sun to them they will open and bring
form, color, perfume, to you,
If you become the aliment and the wet they will become flowers,
fruits, tall branches and trees.
Walt Whitman ~ Leaves of Grass, 1855
Wolf Kahn ~ From Emily Foard’s Photograph II, 2013
A surge of spring !
Thanks Gary! Look forward to you being home
Such a beautiful selection you shared and the artwork is perfect for the poem. Thank you.
Hi Pamela,
Nice to hear from you, I hope you are enjoying these early expressions of spring.
My best,
danielle
Hi Danielle, and happy spring! Nice post to start off the season. Love the colors in Wolf Kahn’s painting. I actually have a calendar this year that features his work.
Hi Laura, so nice to hear from you! Hope you are well and seeing the first signs of spring in your neck of the woods. Still very cold here in Boston!