If you were coming in the fall,
I’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in a year,
I’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.
If only centuries delayed,
I’d count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen’s land.
If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time’s uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
Emily Dickinson
I do enjoy reading poetry because it is a fairly new experience for me but I don’t feel I have the knowledge to comment on any.
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I love trees!
thanks for following my blog, touch of home! 🙂 love your site!
Your welcome what brought you to this old post?
it came up in my email, that said you were following me.
lol so old!
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Nice 😀
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Where is this tree? It is beautiful
I have no idea. It’s a popular google picture.
Such a beautiful poem and photo. Perfect to start my day. Paulette