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How Near Fairyland
The spring warmth steals into me, drying up all the tears of my soul,
From Yone Noguchi’s “How Near To Fairyland“
And gives me a flight into the vastness,—into a floorless, unroofed reverie-hall.
Spring is new life. New to the green of tall old trees. New to warmth that invites us to explore the beauty of buds and raindrops and puddles. New to magnolia and honeysuckle and azalea and rhododendron. New to the kiss of spring snow.
Winter’s tears dry in the blue green embrace of spring light. Floors and roofs and doors and windows open and expand and explode. Vastness is not too big a word. Colors vibrate in a new frequency. Smells waft like fine perfume. It all falls differently in spring. Calling it fairyland is not a stretch.
Likening spring to a fairyland might imply a distance from reality. That is simply not the truth. Spring is the reality of possibility. Spring is the reality of the not yet. Spring is the reality of mud and sunshine and bees and flowers. Spring is the reality, the tangible evidence that death and life happen in beautiful, hard, perfect time.
About Katie
From Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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