Hints of Spring

    There are hints everywhere that Spring is on it's way. In our part of the world we had a very mild winter. Nevertheless, I welcome the next season with open arms. On Saturday, after a day of clouds, the setting sun illuminated the sky and bathed the trees with gold. How did Emily Dickinson see that same moment with me?

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