However, we are beginning to spy bits of spring....
It gives us hope that sunshine will return again...
The soul has moments of escape
When, bursting all the doors,
She dances like a bomb abroad,
And swings upon the hours
As do the bee, delirious borne,
Long dungeoned from his rose,
Touch liberty---then know no more
But noon and paradise.
Emily Dickinson
Happy Spring!
3 comments:
It is always a thrill when you see the first daffodil.It is a promise that more will be on the way...
Each day brings a supprise of new life.
The joy of Spring.
Are the pics from your yard? Love that poem. Thanks for a fun day.
I love your inspiring photographs and poetry, artwork. I read a couple of your articles and wow I might be using that bread analogy for a talk sometime.
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