"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
@DOESNOTDOIT
P.S.
A Color stands abroad
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.
Upon a sacrament.
Emily Dickinson.
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