Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Kankakee River State Park
There is something miraculous about spring. Simply being alive within this season is a gift.
I'm thinking of two Hopkins poems: "Nothing is so beautiful as Spring" and "The world is charged with the grandeur of God" -- of course, the grandeur of God can be revealed in things that are quite small!
Beautiful photographs, Elena. Thank you for sharing them!
I'm thinking of two Hopkins poems: "Nothing is so beautiful as Spring" and "The world is charged with the grandeur of God" -- of course, the grandeur of God can be revealed in things that are quite small!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photographs, Elena. Thank you for sharing them!
Thank you, Tom~ Hopkins is wonderful!
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