A Light Exists in Spring
-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 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.
Be inspired by Spring this year!
Lensbaby images – ‘just off’ Michigan Avenue, Chicago
There is something about Emily Dickinson. I think she’s my guilty secret.
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Marie Marshall
author/poet/editor
Scotland
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