John Burroughs Quotes

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

When snow melts, what does it become?' It becomes water, of course' Wrong! It becomes spring!

She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.

One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring.

The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded.

In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.

Spring time is the land awakening.

Short summers lightly have a forward spring.

And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air.

Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.

The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!

It’s spring! Farewell To chills and colds! The blushing, girlish World unfolds Each flower, leaf And blade of sod— Small letters sent To her from God.

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.

When the groundhog casts his shadow And the small birds sing And the pussywillows happen And the sun shines warm And when the peepers peep Then it is Spring

Everything is new in the spring. Springs themselves are always so new, too. No spring is ever just like any other spring. It always has something of its own to be its own peculiar sweetness.

Again the blackbirds sings; the streams Wake, laughing, from their winter dreams, And tremble in the April showers The tassels of the maple flowers.