{"id":1383,"date":"2008-03-13T16:19:04","date_gmt":"2008-03-14T00:19:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/?p=1383"},"modified":"2008-03-13T16:19:04","modified_gmt":"2008-03-14T00:19:04","slug":"spring","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/2008\/03\/spring\/","title":{"rendered":"Spring!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;A Light exists in Spring<br \/>\nNot present on the Year<br \/>\nAt any other period &#8211;<br \/>\nWhen March is scarcely here<\/p>\n<p>A Color stands abroad<br \/>\nOn Solitary Fields<br \/>\nThat Science cannot overtake<br \/>\nBut Human Nature feels.<\/p>\n<p>It waits upon the Lawn,<br \/>\nIt shows the furthest Tree<br \/>\nUpon the furthest Slope you know<br \/>\nIt almost speaks to you.<\/p>\n<p>Then as Horizons step<br \/>\nOr Noons report away<br \/>\nWithout the Formula of sound<br \/>\nIt passes and we stay &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>A quality of loss<br \/>\nAffecting our Content<br \/>\nAs Trade had suddenly encroached<br \/>\nUpon a Sacrament.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>~Emily Dickinson<\/p>\n<p><a rel=\"lightbox[spring]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1446ps1.jpg\" title=\" I love the dappled sunshine in the background.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1446ps1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" I love the dappled sunshine in the background.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[spring]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1438ps.jpg\" title=\" the whole tree\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1438ps.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" the whole tree\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[spring]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1455ps.jpg\" title=\" Peaches!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1455ps.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Peaches!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[spring]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1457ps.jpg\" title=\" I like the blue farm building behind the pink peach blossom.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1457ps.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" I like the blue farm building behind the pink peach blossom.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[spring]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1459ps.jpg\" title=\" This one makes me feel like Spring is really bursting!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1459ps.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" This one makes me feel like Spring is really bursting!\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[spring]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1460ps.jpg\" title=\" I want to write on this one :-)\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1460ps.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" I want to write on this one :-)\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[spring]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1469ps.jpg\" title=\" The sun is peeping through the huge deodar pine behind the little peach tree.\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1469ps.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" The sun is peeping through the huge deodar pine behind the little peach tree.\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[spring]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1452ps1.jpg\" title=\" Apple leaves\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1452ps1.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" Apple leaves\" \/><\/a><a rel=\"lightbox[spring]\" href=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1470ps.jpg\" title=\" First apple blossoms!\"><img src=\"http:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/dsc_1470ps.thumbnail.jpg\" alt=\" First apple blossoms!\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period &#8211; When March is scarcely here A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels. It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1383"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1383"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1383\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1383"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1383"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.streetpoet.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1383"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}