The seasons are shifting, The winter shades lifting,
The springtime is filling
Earth’s children with mirth.
The daffodil yellow, The south wind so mellow,
The gentle rain falling,
Upon the green earth.
The song sparrow singing, New life quickly springing,
All nature is telling
A tale of rebirth:
The deep wells of being, Beyond each day’s seeing,
O’er flowing with new Life,
Restoring the earth.
-David E. Bumbaugh
One of those days when I go around chasing the beautiful light.
The ones below are from last year.
I took these photos the first week of March. It was a chilly and windy afternoon. The temperature was going to drop drastically that evening and this flock of Cedar Waxwings were fluffing their feathers.