Summer's Soft Surrender

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 =)