Spring has finally sprung here, so I'm celebrating with poetry.
The Enkindled Spring
by D.H. Lawrence
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.
I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Laura Purdie Salas at Writing the World for Kids. Happy poetry Friday friends!
Loved "bursts up in bonfires green". We aren't having that yet...snowed yesterday and we still have plenty on the ground...but soon!
ReplyDelete"Enkindled" indeed! Spring is bursting after all our rain!
ReplyDeleteI'm so looking forward to a "leaping combustion of spring" so thank you for sharing this today!
ReplyDeleteWow! Love the fire language, which seems so much more appropriate to autumn than spring in theory, but which works perfectly here! Just read "conflagration" a couple of weeks ago in ON THE WING. Not a word I see used much, but used perfectly in both poems!
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