I love Spring weather. I’m one of those people who thrive on the energy of the sun, so when the sun starts shining you can usually find me outside with a book. There’s something about Spring flowers that send me into a whirlwind of emotions. This time for most is most centered around rebirth, growth and fresh starts. For me, spring is all of these things and so much more.
In case you didn’t know, Mercury leaves retrograde, meanwhile, Saturn and Pluto are doing their thing. Which means it’s time for action. Springing forth and taking charge of things we want is the summer 2018 anthem. In my mind, if I can get the ball rolling even harder than I already have then come fall I can finally start making some real progress.
During the day, I want nothing more than to sit in a chair on the porch a d read a good book. Some days I take a stroll through the governor’s mansion gardens, this is the perfect place for me to come and relax. It’s one of my favorite places to visit.
This is also the time of year where I do most of my flower picking. Fresh flowers are in, and being able to head to a local market or u-pick farm is such a treat.
Spring reminds me of one of my favorite Emily Dickinson poems “A Light Exists in Spring.”
Similar to my own encounter, the speaker experience’s viewing this special light in a way that has moved her very deeply. Although she cannot portray the light’s physical nature, she can suggest the nature of the way the light has influenced her mentally and spiritually.
A Light Exist in Spring by 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 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.
Do you have any poems that remind you of Spring? Share your thoughts below!
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