By Emily Dickinson
[Editor Note: An homage to Spring is due. Let’s all relax, watch the crocuses emerge, and remember the poetry of Emily Dickinson.]
“To lose – if One can find again -
To miss – if One shall meet -
The Burglar cannot rob – then -
The Broker cannot cheat.
So build the hillocks gaily -
Thou little spade of mine
Leaving nooks for Daisy
And for Columbine -
You and I the secret
Of the Crocus know -
Let us chant it softly -
‘There is no more snow’!”
Beautiful! I love these “snow in literature” interludes. I read them first!
Thanks Alicia. Poetry makes a difference, doesn’t it?
Lovely! Thank you for this, which I do need, having spent an hour or so with the dentist, and now told to return this afternoon. Ah poetry!!!
All my best to you and Candy.
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Candy?