There is a certain light of day that needs to be embraced now. It is the afternoon light source. There is a rhythm or cycle of change as we turn our pages to Autumn which has my attention. I find myself cutting from my herb garden and savoring the fresh scents that will soon be a distant memory.
In a few fast weeks, we will be cloaked in a blanket of dark and seeking every light source and ounce of sunshine. I just had to share this with each of you. Enjoy the light of day. May it provide a source of comfort and warmth.
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Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Saturday, March 30, 2013
light of spring
I don't know about you but the there is a certain light which exists in Spring as we close the door on March. It floods through the window as we welcome it and say farewell to the Winter darkness. One of my favorite poems by Emily Dickinson, she says it all so eloquently. Easter is a time to embrace the Spring light.
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 hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human naturefeels.
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.
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 naturefeels.
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
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