[SAMWolf]

A Route of Evanescence



Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel --
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill --

He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose --
Partakes without alighting
And praises as he goes,

Till every spice is tasted --
And then his Fairy Gig
Reels in remoter atmospheres --
And I rejoin my Dog,

And He and I, perplex us,
If positive, 'twere we --
Or bore the Garden in the Brain
This Curiosity --

But He, the best Logician,
Refers my clumsy eye --
To just vibrating Blossoms!
An Exquisite Reply!

Emily Dickinson

Johnmiserable failureKerry

[Soaring Feather]

Morning Sam!!

Oh good poem today, love the graphic! You know, I don't have any hummers come to my flowers. Don't know why.

Listening to the Golden Oldies, thanks much for all.

Lovely day here today, perfect temps in the 70s. WOO HOO!