The poet Swinburne said that spring begins 'blossom by blossom.

April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterflyFloats and balances

Spring has a secret to tell us: life is for beauty and life is for joy.

It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.

Ah, it is spring,Great spring it is now,Great, great spring - Ah, Great -

kevään sanansaattaja satakielikaipaus sen äänessä

But enough of the drama.Winter has turned to spring.And I am feeling good.

Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring

Oh, sweet cherry tree-how lovely your blossoms are.Spring brings joy to life.

Something in the air this morning made me feel like flying. . . "Spring Flight

The most beautiful springs are those that come after the most horrible winters!

I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.