Dear Kids and All Readers,
Here in San Diego, spring has arrived. I know. Some say it never left. But being a native San Diegan, I can definitely detect the waxing and waning of each season. I hope spring’s beautiful warmth and radiant blossoms now surround you as well.
For today, I would like to offer you two literary works to celebrate this glorious season:
From “The Poppies” (1993)
By Mary Oliver (American poet, 1935-2019)
The poppies send up their
orange flares; swaying
in the wind, their congregations
are a levitation
of bright dust, or thin
and lacy leaves. . . .
From Atalanta in Calydon (1865)
By Algernon Charles Swinburne (English poet, 1837-1909)
For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
So, get a clue, Readers. I hope you’ll take some time to watch spring’s beauty unfold around you. May it and perhaps some poetry inspire you to new heights. Happy spring!
