The Sunsets are Wondrous

These short wide days: their beauty just stuns me.

We recently had cut down a number of trees at the edge of our yard and our landscape is so altered I gasp going past the windows.

Remember Emily Dickinson on sunset?

IMG_2502

Here she is: 

Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple
Leaping like Leopards to the Sky
Then at the feet of the old Horizon
Laying her spotted Face to die
Stooping as low as the Otter’s Window
Touching the Roof and tinting the Barn
Kissing her Bonnet to the Meadow
And the Juggler of Day is gone 

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “The Sunsets are Wondrous

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s