Here is a delightful poem by Emily Dickinson that I thought worth sharing. Enjoy! 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 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.
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The snow is beginning to melt, and Spring is on it's way. In these last weeks before it gets here, start a diary of the signs of Spring that you come across. Maybe the birds are getting louder, or you see some flowers starting to spring up from the ground. Write it down at the end of every day, and soon enough Spring will be here. Here is a beautiful poem by Robert Frost about Spring. Enjoy! A Prayer in Spring
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year. Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; And make us happy in the happy bees, The swarm dilating round the perfect trees. And make us happy in the darting bird That suddenly above the bees is heard, The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, And off a blossom in mid air stands still. For this is love and nothing else is love, The which it is reserved for God above To sanctify to what far ends He will, But which it only needs that we fulfil. In such a busy, fast-paced life full of distractions and deadlines, it's a real challenge to find time for nature. Especially when the weather isn't your favorite. Here is a little poem I wrote yesterday. I hope you enjoy! Reminiscing Seasons |
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