Amy Lowell Quotes

I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize that the real magician was light itself.

Woods are rich with biodiversity and, above all, places of trees and light that spangles a thousand greens through the leaves.

There's nothing like a nice May day in Foxborough.

I love high summer as well, but nothing beats a perfect May morning.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.

Now are the woods all black, But still the sky is blue.

The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves.

In hawthorn-time the heart grows light.

I return to the newborn world, and the soft-soil fields, What their first birthing lifted to the shores Of light, and trusted to the wayward winds. First the Earth gave the shimmer of greenery And grasses to deck the hills; then over the meadows The flowering fields are bright with the color of springtime, And for all the trees that shoot into the air.

See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.

The trees bathed their great heads in the waves of the morning, while their roots were planted deep in gloom; save where on the borders of the sunshine broke against their stems, or swept in long streams through their avenues, washing with brighter hue all the leaves over which it flowed; revealing the rich brown of the dacayed leaves and fallen pine-cones, and the delicate greens of the long grasses and tiny forests of moss that covered the channel over which it passed in the motionless rivers of light.

In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee

Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy.

Imagine you are walking down a leafy path...The sun is receding, and you are walking alone, caressed by the breezy light of the late afternoon. Then suddenly, you feel a large drop on your right arm. Is it raining? You look up. The sky is still deceptively sunny...seconds later another drop. Then, with the sun still perched in the sky, you are drenched in a shower of rain. This is how memories invade me, abruptly and unexpectedly.

Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.

All the trees are losing their leaves, and not one of them is worried.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, Stay awhile.