I'm a winterphobe - well, ok winterphobe by Australian standards of winter; more accurately a Fall-phobe by North American standards given that the closest we got to a snowfall here in town was a few forecast flurries that didn't actually eventuate. All the same, I hate the cold, short days, frosts, cold, fog, bare trees and (did I mention) the cold that penetrates any number of layers of clothing despite heating, and seems to last forever.
But today is the first day of Spring, the daffodils are in bloom, my apricot tree has reached budburst, and the garden is starting to look like it is doing something again. So enjoy a spring carol, dating back to the thirteenth century.
Here is an English version of the carol:
Spring has now unwrapped the flowers, day is fast reviving,
Life in all her growing powers towards the light is striving:
Gone the iron touch of cold, winter time and frost time,
Seedlings, working through the mould, now make up for lost time.
Herb and plant that, winter long, slumbered at their leisure,
Now bestirring, green and strong, find in growth their pleasure;
All the world with beauty fills, gold the green enhancing,
Flowers make glee among the hills, set the meadows dancing.
Through each wonder of fair days God Himself expresses;
Beauty follows all His ways, as the world He blesses:
So, as He renews the earth, Artist without rival,
In His grace of glad new birth we must seek revival.
Earth puts on her dress of glee; flowers and grasses hide her;
We go forth in charity—brothers all beside her;
For, as man this glory sees in th’awakening season,
Reason learns the heart’s decrees, hearts are led by reason.
Praise the Maker, all ye saints; He with glory girt you,
He Who skies and meadows paints fashioned all your virtue;
Praise Him, seers, heroes, kings, heralds of perfection;
Brothers, praise Him, for He brings all to resurrection!