But this IS the month it officially arrives!!
Just twenty more days....March 20th ~
We had a beautiful weekend here in Georgia.
Sunny, brilliant blue skies and teeny, tiny buds are showing
their leaves in our shrubs.
I have a few images to share with you today.
Some I may have already given you,
but they are beautiful to me...
and also several Spring poems ~
(I'm sorry these aren't the most crisp images but
when printed out smaller they should look fine)
#812
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.
To Spring
William BlakeO thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn’d
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!
Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.
O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish’d head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee.
Spring Quiet
Christina Rossetti
Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing.
Where in the whitethom
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.
Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs
Arching high over
A cool green house:
Full of sweet scents,
And whispering air
Which sayeth softly:
“We spread no snare;
“Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.
“Here the sun shineth
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be.”
I'm going to make another trip to Antique Griffin
this week to take a few more treasures.
PLUS I'm going to start blogging for the antique mall
a couple of times a month!!
So if you live anywhere near Griffin, GA (or not) and
you want to do a little antique shopping....
you'll be seeing
some beautiful vignettes and
new treasures that have arrived
on the
Antique Griffin blog!!
Have a wonderful Monday sweet friends....
and be dreaming of Spring!
hugs and love,
Dawn
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