As I sit here writing, I can see the snowflakes falling outside my writing nook. Techinically the season of spring has arrived where I live, but alas Old Man Winter is competing against the blooming flora and funa for one last hurrah.
Spring is one of my favorite seasons. As the pages on the calendar turn to April, I turn the pages of my poetry book to read from selections which reflect the season. Enclosed in the following link are ten classic poems which reflect the themes of springtime.