it's easy to breathe out here near the tall grasses
in it's time, this field is brimming with wild flowers of every color
I like it today
just grass evidencing the wind
He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees— Prepares your brittle Nature For the Ethereal Blow By fainter Hammers—further heard— Then nearer—Then so slow Your Breath has time to straighten— Your Brain—to bubble Cool— Deals—One—imperial—Thunderbolt— That scalps your naked Soul— When Winds take Forests in the Paws— The Universe—is still—
Emily Dickinson
3 comments:
Oh, I love that! I would like to be out there in the wind with you!
Emily Dickenson comes to mind:
"When Winds take Forests in the Paws—
The Universe—is still— "
GJ - it's been that pleasant sort of wind and warm - perfect walking weather. I think you'd enjoy time over here.
G - thank you for that note, Dickinson is one of my favorites! What a perfect thought - exactly right.
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