Spring is finally here, and the weather was gorgeous today. It was a chilly 34 degrees when left the house this morning, but the temperature had risen to a lovely 55 degrees by noon. My rose bushes are budding, and I have an uncanny urge to go buy tomato plants. My heart sings with the joy of all the season brings.
In honor of Spring, I’ve chosen to share a wonderful poem by Emily Dickinson. I hope you’ll take a moment to just savor the reawakening of nature today.
A Light exists in Spring By Emily Dickinson
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 Fields 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 you.
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.
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