Artful Living

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.