I heard a thousand blended notes,

While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did Nature link

The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,

The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,

Their thoughts I cannot measure:-
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,

To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,

If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

Images of spring

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"

Moran Gangwere

Shayla Cunico

Kaylee Trainum

Justine Lopez

Melorie Begay