Lookbook / Poems for Spring

April is International Poetry Month and to celebrate, we are sharing some of our favorite poems centered on Spring, flowers, the changing seasons, and the rain alongside these lovely photos we took of our model Bailey at our studio a few weeks ago in a meadow we crafted using silk and dried flowers.

 

A Song The Grass Sings

The violet is much too shy,

The rose too little so;

I think I'll ask the buttercup

If I may be her beau.

When winds go by, I'll nod to her

And she will nod to me,

And I will kiss her on the cheek

As gently as may be.

And when the mower cuts us down,

Together we will pass,

I smiling at the buttercup,

She smiling at the grass.

- Charles G. Blanden

 

The Immortal

Spring has come up from the South again,

With soft mists in her hair,

And a warm wind in her mouth again,

And budding everywhere.

Spring has come up from the South again,

And her skies are azure fire,

And around her is the awakening

Of all the world's desire.

Spring has come up from the South again,

And dreams are in her eyes,

And music is in her mouth again,

Of love, the never-wise.

Spring has come up from the South again,

And bird and flower and bee

Know that she is their life and joy

And immortality!

- Cate Young Rice

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April

An altered look about the hills;

A Tyrian light the village fills;

A wider sunrise in the dawn;

A deeper twilight on the lawn;

A print of a vermilion foot;

A purple finger on the slope;

A flippant fly upon the pane;

A spider at his trade again;

An added strut in chanticleer;

A flower expected everywhere;

An axe shrill singing in the woods;

Fern-odors on untraveled roads,

All this, and more I cannot tell,

A furtive look you know as well,

And Nicodemus' mystery

Receives its annual reply.

- Emily Dickinson