Wednesday, February 20, 2013

I Wish I Were A Hay! (or Green)


The grass so little has to do, 
A sphere of simple green,
With only butterflies to brood,
And bees to entertain,
And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything;
And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine,
A duchess were too common 
For such a noticing.
And even when it dies, to pass
In odors so divine,
As lowly spices gone to sleep,
Or amulets of pine.
And then to dwell in sovereign barns,
And dream the days away,
The grass so little has to do,
 I wish I were a hay!

                                                                 Emily Dickinson

This time of the winter I find myself dreaming of green, green, anything green and growing!!
This is one of my FAVORITE POEMS, in fact I have it written on the lampshades of my dining room chandelier...that makes me smile and reminds me Spring is on it's way....