spring equinox

spring

nothing is so beautiful as spring--
when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely
and lush;
thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
through the echoing timber does so rise and wring
the ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
the glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
the descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
with richness, the racing lambs too have fair their fling...

gerard manley hopkins