Great poets, philosphers and naturalists alike love to comment about spring. In today’s mediation, enjoy these words and reflect with me on the change of seasons. Spring 2012.

“One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of a March thaw, is the spring.” – Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac

“To those who observe nature from day to day, the coming of spring is announced first of all by more light. The country folk then say that the bear is turning over in his lair; the sun is smiling ever brighter, and though more frosts are ahead, the Gypsy sells his sheepskin.” – Mikhail Prishvin, Nature’s Diary

“It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door.” – William Wordsworth, “To My Sister”

“The Crow will tumble up and down At the first sight of spring And in old trees around the town Brush winter from its wing.” – John Clare, “Crows in Spring”

“Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with tears, Hither I come to seek the spring And at mine eyes, and at mine ears, receive such balms as else cure everything.” – John Donne, “Twicknam Garden”

“Spring is in the air. The breeze is gentle with the smell of birthing, the earth radiates freshness, the birds sing with more abandon than they have for months.” – Barbara Dean, Wellspring

“Though a country be split in two, hills and rivers endure: And spring comes green again to trees and grasses . . . “ – Tu Fu, “A Spring View”