Spring has arrived in my garden

Last year, our first in this apartment, we fed the squirrels with a little too much gusto. This led to them thinking that everything, including forgotten bbq implements, where there for their gastronomic delight. As soon as Spring arrived the buds were nabbed from the trees and buried like prized peanuts. This year we figured there were enough over zealous new foreigners feeding these rodents that they would survive without help. The result, a beautiful garden full of flowers that has me inspired to dig through the poetry books languishing on our bookshelves.

The Enkindled Spring

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 watery, flickering rushes.

I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration,
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.

And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that’s gone astray, and is lost.

D.H. Lawrence