Spring, like new-fallen snow, makes photographers of us all. Whether or not we have a camera to hand, the freshness of new green and new blossoms sets our noticing muscles to full workout mode. Everything is worth capturing.
And everything worth capturing is worth musing over. Spring beauty is full of metaphors. One that caught my eye a couple of years ago was the hawthorn, a blooming European tree that’s gone feral all over our island, spread by birds who enjoy the hawthorn’s deep-red berries in fall.
So I wrote a song about lovely spring, and what its loveliness hides. Since it speaks for itself, I shall let it do just that:
Bless the spring, bless the earth,
bless the blossoms of rebirth.
Bless the hawthorn’s sweet perfume,
bless the thorns beneath the blooms.
There’s no place for suffering on such a golden day,
but I know it’s hovering, not so far away.
Bless the one who struggles for a little grace;
to this tender sunlight let her lift her face.
—G. Wing, 2015