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 silence cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we 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
Wow, first comment!!!!
ReplyDeleteBut I don't trust that first glimpse of Spring. That day when things "look different." Etc. I've seen it. And it's gone again.
ReplyDeleteOh I know, it's not far from staying. I know. But, not yet. Not yet. Around my neck of the woods. Best of luck with it staying, in your neck of the woods.
Hugs,
Mari-Nanci
Spring Spring please come now!
ReplyDeleteKarla
Waiting, still waiting!!
ReplyDeleteSpring is here in Georgia along with the terrible storms. I've moved ahead - I'm longing for summer now!
ReplyDeleteManuela
Sue I do hope it is nearly here. One day is mild, the next freezing. I have little buds swelling on the cherry tree, and the snow is beginning to recede.
ReplyDeleteI will cross my fingers with you, and hope it is so.
hugs
xx
I'm really getting spring fever and this blog isn't helping!!! Love the tulips.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you for the sweet comment!
Joni
Oh, I LOVE Tulips!!! Thank you for "picking" those for me :-).
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the rest of your week, my friend.