Poetry Friday: The Enkindled Spring

March 20th, 2009

Spring in Maine comes slowly and late. But once it does come, all the plants and trees burst into bloom at once, as if they have been waiting for weeks to finally get their turn. We are not quite at that time of the year yet unfortunately, but any day now…

The Enkindled Spring
by D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up, and the flickering, watery rushes.

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  • 1. Mary Lee  |  March 20th, 2009 at 9:05 am

    I like the image of green flames BURSTING forth. Methinks everyone’s desire for spring is well-kindled. I know for sure mine is!

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