Spring's Merry Step
An illustrated poem
Gentle Spring! - in sunshine clad,
Well dost thou thy power display!
For Winter maketh the light heart sad,
And thou - thou makest the sad heart gay.
He sees thee, and calls to his gloomy train,
The sleet, and the snow, and the wind, and the rain;
And they shrink away, and they flee in fear,
When thy merry step draws near.
Winter giveth the fields and the trees, so old,
Their beards of icicles and snow;
And the rain, it raineth so fast and cold,
We must cower over the embers low;
And, snugly housed from the wind and weather,
Mope like birds that are changing feather.
But the storm retires, and the sky grows clear,
When thy merry step draws near.
Winter maketh the sun in the gloomy sky
Wrap him round with a mantle of cloud;
But, Heaven be praised, thy step is nigh;
Thou tearest away the mournful shroud,
And the earth looks bright, and Winter surly,
Who has toiled for nought both late and early,
Is banished afar by the new-born year,
When thy merry step draws near.
It is at long last the time of year for me to go out with the camera and macro rig looking for the small things. These were all shot with a 50 mm lens stacked on a 21 mm extension on my Canon R1 body. It’s a good compromise for shooting freehand wandering around the garden. Hopefully there will be bugs soon, as it is warming up rapidly!







Beautiful shots, Ms. Cedar. I love your macro work. 👏
Heh ... the last batch of snow has now melted off the lawn. But March generally brings us another load or two. We aren't quite in Spring-territory. Soon ... I really should put the finch feeder up. I'm sure the finches are changing color.