Emily Dickinson: Dear March – Come In

  Dear March — Come in — How glad I am — I hoped for you before — Put down your Hat — You must have walked — How out of Breath you are — Dear March, Come right up the stairs with me — I have so much to tell — I got your … Continue reading Emily Dickinson: Dear March – Come In

April in Texas: Loveliest of Flowers #AtoZChallenge

  Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things … Continue reading April in Texas: Loveliest of Flowers #AtoZChallenge

Day 26: Emily, tippling

I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue. When landlords turn the drunken bee Out of the foxglove's door, When butterflies renounce … Continue reading Day 26: Emily, tippling