Monthly Archives: August, 2012

Dickinson’s August Message

This Summer but a vision. And blindly will she fade? Long will leaves empty. In night Winter’s save. A slow walk by memory. Bridge thoughts to unveil. Travel of my coming hope. Upon words I will not fail. C-2012

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The Baby Bird’s Morning Thank You

Our sleeping selves. Among morning’s enchantment. Come now. I say this: “Thank you.” For your being. You. Giving waking second the warmest welcome. In a touch of right ear. In a touch of right cheek. Tucked firmly to cover. Cannot hide your beauty within. A pleasant glow by moon phase. Giving way to warming sun. …

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