Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day?

The bee is not afraid of me.
I know the butterfly -
The pretty people in the Woods

Receive me cordially -

The Brooks laugh louder

When I come -
The Breezes madder play;

Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,

Wherefore, Oh Summer’s Day?

 Emily Dickinson 

Kindergartener's portrait of Emily Dickinson after reading this poem.

Visiting with my busy friend on Sweet Alyssum.

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