Finally, what everyone in New England has been not-so-patiently waiting for--Spring! She arrived on Sunday evening, the little imp, not being able to wait until the next day.
Let's celebrate with one of New England's own, Emily Dickinson:
It's all I have to bring today--
This, and my heart beside--
This, and my heart, and all the fields--
And all the meadows wide--
Be sure you count--should I forget
Some one the sum could tell--
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.
Stop by A Year of Reading where you'll find this week's Poetry Friday Round-Up.
--Diane
4 comments:
The calendar says spring, even if the thermometer does not!
I really love this poem, Diane. I think this is one I missed in my readings of Dickinson.
Jet
I was thinking that, too, Janet. Actually quite cheerful!
I love this sweet little poem too. She's got the best!
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