New Growth

The pine trees are coming to life:

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.
---Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837 -1909)

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.
---Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)