In high school I sang with a madrigal group and loved this one, by Wilbye I think.
Now every tree renews its summer green.
Why is your heart in winter's garments clad?
Then either spring with buds of love again
Or else congeal my heart with your disdain.
Easter afternoon I wandered around and took some photos of buds in my yard
The peach buds looked like fuzzy pussywillows.
The serviceberries will bloom soon. The buds are feathery.
Big fat lilac buds.
Scarlet elder like tiny purple cauliflowers.
Flowering quince ready to open.