Maple Fingers

Here we are today. The stubby fingers of our maple reach to touch the sky. It looks a bit different from yesterday's photo. Below a few lines from Gerard Manley Hopkins on the topic of spring. My journey, as an English major, crossed paths with Hopkins in a Victorian Literature class. Our professor was a 'Hopkins' nut', who did his best to showcase the English poet's daring creativeness.

Spring

By Gerard Manley Hopkins

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –         

When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;         

Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush         

Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring         

The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;

   The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush         

   The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush         

With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.