Thursday, February 16, 2012

It Will Be Summer-eventually by Emily Dickenson

It will be Summer—eventually.
Ladies—with parasols—
Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes—
And little Girls—with Dolls—

Will tint the pallid landscape—
As 'twere a bright Bouquet—
Thro' drifted deep, in Parian—
The Village lies—today—

The Lilacs—bending many a year—
Will sway with purple load—
The Bees—will not despise the tune—
Their Forefathers—have hummed—

The Wild Rose—redden in the Bog—
The Aster—on the Hill
Her everlasting fashion—set—
And Covenant Gentians—frill—

Till Summer folds her miracle—
As Women—do—their Gown—
Of Priests—adjust the Symbols—
When Sacrament—is done—


Tatjana Parkacheva said...

Beautiful composition.

Regards and best wishes

Sallie ( said...

Thank you for the Emily poem so beautifully illustrated by your picture. I am mesmerized by your wonderful slide show on the sidebar. amazing photos!

Sivinden said...

Wonderful skies with light summer clouds...

Sylvia K said...

Beautiful, peaceful skies, terrific capture and the perfect words! Thanks for sharing them all! Have a great weekend!


Anonymous said...

like the poem with the photo!

LadyFi said...

Just lovely.

Anne Higgins said...

Thanks so much for posting this one!
I am going to copy you and post it on my blog as well. We all need reminding of this in mid February!