
They crawl out of warm mulch, just after snow, In hidings from tunnels row after row; They rest among dew drops and fly out to bring Their red spots of colors to gardens of spring.
~Marlene Glaus
If you've never been thirlled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.
~Terri Guillemets
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
~Nadine Stair
~Robert Brault

~Mark Twain

~Rainer Maria Rilke
Great idea to put plants and poetry together.
ReplyDeleteLove this almanac!