And Just Like That

It's spring.

 A Light Exists in Spring

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 hills

That science cannot overtake,

But human nature feels.

It waits upon the lawn

It shows the furthest tree

Upon the furthest slope we know

It almost speaks to me.

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.

~Emily Dickinson~