A Light Exists in Spring by Emily Dickinson
Spring brings a unique light that awakens the earth and enhances the vibrancy of colours. Greens have a vivid radiance that energizes the spring blooms. As the mist of the new season settles, I feel the gentleness of the serene atmosphere, which invites me to open my arms wide to embrace the beauty around me.
The fresh air is invigorating. It is a time of renewal and growth, where nature comes alive in a spectacular display. Each day feels like a celebration of life, as the warmth of the sun begins to chase away the remnants of winter, encouraging a sense of hope and possibility.
The Sunken Garden, Butchart Gardens, Vancouver Island Canada (Rebecca Budd Photo Archives April 30, 2022)
Emily Dickinson’s words in her poem, “A Light Exists in Spring” speaks of the essence of spring with its delicate interplay of light and nature. She evokes a sense of renewal and awakening, using vivid imagery to portray the subtle yet profound transformations that occur during this season. Using a contemplative and reverent tone, Emily invites me to experience the tranquility and joy that accompanies the arrival of spring.
A Light Exists In Spring by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson – Rebecca's Reading Room
Butchart Gardens, Vancouver Island Canada (Rebecca Budd Photo Archives April 30, 2022)
In the final stanzas, Emily reflects on the passage of this unique light, linking it to feelings of loss. She reminds me to appreciate the beauty of the present moment while acknowledging that it too will fade. Her words are a meditation on how seasonal changes signify a deeper understanding of the cycle of life.
A Light Exists 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.
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Thank you for sharing this moment with me,
Rebecca
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