first day of spring - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing

A loquacious breeze, all a-chitter chatter, its infinite words a most merry amorphous blur, arrived on the first day of spring. Jocund it was, warm and gay, spritely, air pirouettes spun with grace. The new aromas of buds, of foliage and petals too, it bore as a happy task, an honour bestowed to few and accepted with robust humility. Yet it would not be a somber thing, this bringer of sweet scent, yet a gregarious jester of unspoken largesse.

Each raindrop was a butterfly, a butterfly of aqua-flight, of aqua-grace and sweetly smudged transparency. My sight they did fill with more beauty than any mortal heart can dream, than any mortal heart has a right to behold. Yet, in a docile daydream, in a poet's gentle moment, I did. I saw. I grew. Those water-motes, so cool and fine, were a gift. As light gave each a rainbow hue, as wind swept each into an aeronautic ballet, flowers scented each as lovely as rose water. And so, arms wide, palms to the cloud cosseted sky, I became their awaiting blossom.

Though the winter was cherished, by the moment adored, from the sun-brightened icy-puddle to the fresh white-page snow, the first day of the spring is upon the platform, ticket punched. And so to the keen eye, to the one who cares to see, there are new buds upon old trees, there are new blooms born to a warming Earth.

When the whispers of the winter time have become to faint to hear, when the lullaby of the springtime echoes in sun-warmed ears, we have arrived at the first day of springtime.

It takes a braveness to show the newly sprung green when all around is icy cold, yet upon this first day of spring that is what the bulbs must do if their brightness is to light up the season.

The first day of spring comes as the first song to newly opened ears and heart.