swimming in amethyst

It's the day-before midwinter's day, and there was a glorious, expansive sunrise over The Meadows; as I cycled to work this morning ...

... reminded me of this Emily Dickinson poem :-)


I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, -
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.

The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"

But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile.
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away. 

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Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

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