Happy Spring to you, too. Thanks for the poem and reading. You know it's like you're a party host introducing me to new friends each time, -sometimes with a warning, but often it's already too late-, when I'm at my local book store with my ever growing list I am excited about my next encounter and "friendship".
Such a beautiful poem. Just right for today here (England) - mild sunny spring day but very windy (I’m on the North West coast). Thank you for reading for us.
These comments are wonderful. From expanding the sense of encroachment to relentless snows to walks upon paths in the burgeoning spring. Thank you all.
Beautifully spoken Patti. Emily never fails to move me and indeed Spring is on its way. Yesterday l smelled fragrant flowers and photographed apple blossoms when a bumble bee 🐝 fell to the ground. We took it home and fed it sugar water. Gradually it revived and we took it to a nearby Dandelion where it nestled happily. Spring and nature always finds a way to hope and simple joy 🙏
I walk my dog down the same path everyday. At this time of year it’s the same path but different every time. I love the buds. Seeing the buds growing gives a comforting hope. We look for our first glimpse of a bunnies white cotton tail and look forward to the long grass tickling our legs in the warmth. A pair of buzzards soaring in a circle over us.
I saw my first big furry bee last week, it was almost drunk like. Bumping into things.
perhaps George Harrison channeled her knowing melancholy over the observation that Spring like All Things....Must Pass......i had missed the seasons as a New Englander by birth, and from Mass. even, her touchstone?...20 years of southern springs and their teasing brevity without its regenerative psychology and in twilight years to come will greedily have them both...yet somehow far Northern Michigan even its slow turning apple blossoms and water-inflected changes can never match the sounds of my childhood, the see-sawing chirp of wrens, thrushes in blueberry woods like rusty chains of a swing-set and everything (and not everywhere or all at once either, but THERE) ahead of you......
Thank you Patti !! Emily and spring 2 things to be happy about !!
I know that feeling.
Mary Hanley
I love the special, beautiful flowers in Paris, such wonderful romance! ♥️🔥♥️
Thank you, Patti. Springtime.
Your recitation of Dickinson's poetic words brings the meaning of loss and resurrection to new life.
Happy Spring to you, too. Thanks for the poem and reading. You know it's like you're a party host introducing me to new friends each time, -sometimes with a warning, but often it's already too late-, when I'm at my local book store with my ever growing list I am excited about my next encounter and "friendship".
This encapsulates spring in a spare and beautiful way. I love these words in your voice, Patti.
Lovely poem.
You might find “Emily Dickinson and the Demon Lover”. By Marion
Woodman interesting.
Such a beautiful poem. Just right for today here (England) - mild sunny spring day but very windy (I’m on the North West coast). Thank you for reading for us.
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These comments are wonderful. From expanding the sense of encroachment to relentless snows to walks upon paths in the burgeoning spring. Thank you all.
Beautifully spoken Patti. Emily never fails to move me and indeed Spring is on its way. Yesterday l smelled fragrant flowers and photographed apple blossoms when a bumble bee 🐝 fell to the ground. We took it home and fed it sugar water. Gradually it revived and we took it to a nearby Dandelion where it nestled happily. Spring and nature always finds a way to hope and simple joy 🙏
She is so giving, her writing brings a contemplative stillness, opens me to tears.
Thank you.
Thank you for sharing this gorgeous poem.
I walk my dog down the same path everyday. At this time of year it’s the same path but different every time. I love the buds. Seeing the buds growing gives a comforting hope. We look for our first glimpse of a bunnies white cotton tail and look forward to the long grass tickling our legs in the warmth. A pair of buzzards soaring in a circle over us.
I saw my first big furry bee last week, it was almost drunk like. Bumping into things.
There’s so much to look forward to.
Big love to allxxxxxxx
perhaps George Harrison channeled her knowing melancholy over the observation that Spring like All Things....Must Pass......i had missed the seasons as a New Englander by birth, and from Mass. even, her touchstone?...20 years of southern springs and their teasing brevity without its regenerative psychology and in twilight years to come will greedily have them both...yet somehow far Northern Michigan even its slow turning apple blossoms and water-inflected changes can never match the sounds of my childhood, the see-sawing chirp of wrens, thrushes in blueberry woods like rusty chains of a swing-set and everything (and not everywhere or all at once either, but THERE) ahead of you......
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