Slice of Spring

A Light Exists in Spring

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.

— Emily Dickinson

A shot from this afternoon’s walk after three grey days of rain. The breeze, the clouds, the smells, all simply FULL of spring. My favourite time of year.

This field of early grain reminded me of when I was a young teenager. After school, I would ride my bike to the neighbor’s field, taking my guitar on my back, take off my shoes and walk with the cool earth under my feet and plop down in the middle of the short greens and strum and sing in the spring breeze. All alone. In my teenage glory. Some of my best memories ever.