Some Spring Poems

What is it about Spring? Do you think anyone dreads the arrival of it? Even the people who make all their money during the winter months must feel some joy in the Spring. The soundtrack of it. The babies, baaaaabies. The less equipment and clothing. The brightness and growth.
I almost feel healed by the coming of this Spring. I am not sure why- nothing ails me other than a tighter waist band and life's normal bumps. I guess it is just the dawning of the newness after a very long and restless sleep.

Spring Pools- Robert Frost

These pools that, though in forests, still reflect
The total sky almost without defect,
And like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver,
Will like the flowers beside them soon be gone,
And yet not out by any brook or river,
But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods---
Let them think twice before they use their powers
To blot out and drink up and sweep away
These flowery waters and these watery flowers
From snow that melted only yesterday.

A light exists in spring - Emily Dickinson

A light exists in spring 

Not present on the year 

At any other period. 

When March is scarcely here

A color stands abroad 
On solitary hills 
That science cannot overtake, 
But human naturefeels.

It waits upon the lawn; 
It shows the furthest tree 
Upon the furthest slope we know; 
It almost speaks to me.

Then, as horizons step, 
Or noons report away, 
Without the formula of sound, 
It passes, and we stay:

A quality of loss 
Affecting our content, 
As trade had suddenly encroached 
Upon a sacrament