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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