A Month for Venus

Ovid, in Fasti:

No season is more fitting for Venus than Spring:

In spring the earth gleams: in spring the ground’s soft,

Now the grass pokes its tips through the broken soil,

Now the vine bursts in buds through the swollen bark.

And lovely Venus deserves the lovely season,

And is joined again to her darling Mars:

In Spring she tells the curving ships to sail, over

Her native seas, and fear the winter’s threat no longer.