[SAMWolf]

The Day Came Slow



The day came slow, till five o'clock,
Then sprang before the hills,
Like hindered rubies, or the light,
A sudden musket spills.

The purple could not keep the east.
The sunrise shook from fold.
Like breadths of topaz, packed a night,
The lady just unrolled.

The happy winds their timbrels took;
The birds in docile rows,
Arranged themselves around their prince.
(The wind is prince of those.)

The orchard sparkled like a Jew,---
How mighty 'twas to stay,
A guest in this stupendous place,
The parlor of the day.

Emily Dickenson

[Soaring Feather]

Good morning, Sam!


Lovely poem and graphic is morning. Love the tunes too.


Have a wonderful weekend.

[snippy_about_it]

Good morning Sam.