Poetry and Spring – A Perfect Match

Field of daffodils and blue sky - Reads: I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud, by William Wordsworth

Something about spring simply lifts the spirit. Although these past few days have been cold and cloudy, mixed with a bit of rain, the prospect that spring is here is joyful. The crystal blue sky, crisp breezes, green landscapes created by a year filled with rain create a feeling of exuberance drawn by hands of nature. Below is a well-known poem honoring spring. Read it carefully and slowly. Take a minute between the lines to close your eyes and visualize. You just may see rays of sunshine, smell the scents of flowers in bloom and feel the sense of hope and new life that is synonymous with spring.

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud, by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.


Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.


The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:


For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

If you enjoyed this, there are a plethora of other spring poems by classic and modern day poets such as Emily Dickenson, Mary Oliver, e.e. cummings and Billy Collins, just to name a few. Enjoy!