Here is some classic spring verse from The View from the Core. The poem by Surrey brings to mind an even older verse by Geoffry Chaucer that begins:
Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote
The droghte of of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engedred is the flour . . .
Someone once said classic works give us the news that stays news. On a morning when the grass is still damp from April's sweet showers, the dryness of March is long gone, and foliage and flower are everywhere, I have to agree.