Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Spring breaks through in South London.

"A light exists in spring."

You can keep autumn with its rotting leaves and mellow fruitfulness. You can have summer with its brash, kiss-me-quick and give us a lick of your ice cream. And winter? Winter, with its crazy Christmas centre piece, is for kids. For me, it's spring. Spring is the beginning of things, the promise of things, the journey before we arrive. We spring forward into spring. Spring leaves unspring themselves. Spring bulbs spring up from the ground. Even the verb is a happy one. Here is my Ode to Spring in pictures for while I'm away on a spring break. See you next week.

Love E x


A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period -
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary hills
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to me.

Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay -

A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.

Emily Dickinson.

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