A light exists in springNot present on the yearAt any other period.When March is scarcely here ~ Emily Dickinson ~ Sodden fields, clay that clings tenaciously to boots but at the end of another mostly wet winter, some sunshine with a little warmth in… Continue Reading “Wet and Dry”
Covered this poem with just 44 words for Merrill’s quadrille prompt: Blanket
Posted on 23 Aug 2020
by Laura Bloomsbury
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“Bring me the sunset in a cup,Reckon the morning’s flagons up,And say how many dew;Tell me how far the morning leaps,Tell me what time the weaver sleeps Who spun the breadths of blue!” Emily Dickinson From such reservoirs we can ultimately fill our cups! This is… Continue Reading “Sunset in a cup”
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