The Gentian weaves her fringes -
The Maple's loom is red -
My departing blossoms
Obviate parade.
A brief, but patient illness -
An hour to prepare,
And one below this morning
Is where the angels are -
It was a short procession,
The Bobolink was there -
An aged Bee addressed us -
And then we knelt in prayer -
We trust that she was willing -
We ask that we may be.
Summer - Sister - Seraph!
Let us go with thee!
In the name of the Bee-
And of the Butterfly-
And of the Breeze - Amen!
~Emily Dickinson
Just a reminder to enjoy sweet Summer's embrace while we can =)
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