Lines Written in Early Spring
A poem by William Wordsworth about Spring, with image accompaniment from
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
Their thoughts I cannot measure:-
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
We each have our own way of describing and exploring spring. Through poetry, we share an experience. Through photography, we explore it within ourselves.
Presented here are a selection of shots that we, the seven of us, feel represent "Spring"