Photography Project: Spring

I took these in our neighborhood. About two weeks ago I started noticing the abundance of green in the grass and trees. The moon orbited closer to earth than it has in a while, maybe it wants to give us all a chance to jump on and escape. 

Nothing is so beautiful as spring—

  When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;

  Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush

Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring

The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;

  The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush

  The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush

With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.

What is all this juice and all this joy?

  A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning

In Eden garden.

                                 

--Gerard Manley Hopkins