On Saturday morning the light was shining and shifting through the trees and I grabbed my camera and ran outside in my pajamas, wearing whatever shoes I could find, which happened to be Josh's sneakers. The weeping cherry tree was in full bloom and I knew I wanted to capture it's fragile and fleeting beauty and had been waiting for the right light.
While processing the images a line crept into my head from one of Emily Dickinson's poems. "A light exists in the spring . . ." I couldn't remember the rest so I looked it up.
I decided the poem was the perfect accompaniment to these images. And besides, don't we all need a little injection of poetry into daily life? Poetry of both the visual and the prose varieties?
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.
by Emily Dickinson
Do you have a favorite spring poem?