the first day of spring

Spring has been honoured by a thousand tongues, but to my mind there is really only one poem which captures best that glorious romance of the first spring day, not so much because of the words but the context.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth - 
for your love is more delightful than wine.
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes;
your name is like perfume poured out.


  1. i must admit that i love this post for more than the images (beautiful soft spring) and the words (yes, more parks with less concrete & plastic!!) - i love it for the upsidedownness of the world. i knew your seasons were opposite mine, but i just assumed they officially changed on the same day, on the equinoxes. the fact that they don't just, for some reason, makes me happy. :)

  2. yes I found it so bewildering yesterday when someone said "fall" started on the 21st September - that seemed really odd to me. But then saying Spring started yesterday was odd because it's been here for at least a couple of weeks now ... I was writing about it at the start of August:

  3. I long for the greenness of your spring! We are bereft of rain and enveloped and buffeted by the warm winds of an Indian summer. Only the most established plants are blooming, the grass withers as we watch as if the old spirits of our oft sunburnt land are paring back the transient ephemera of seasons borrowed from another hemisphere.
    I heard a rumour that Australia started their seasons early because the first fleet soldiers couldn't stand their winter uniforms for one more second than they had to in a blasting early spring/summer like the one we are having now. Those spirits know a thing or two...