Mountain Retreat

What goes well with pictures from a lovely mountain retreat? The poetry of Emily Dickinson of course! My family's time at my parents mountain cabin was refreshing and sweet. I hope you find a moment of quiet repose in these images and words.

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Emily Dickenson

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;

Crowning the hill

A glimpse of home

Quiet beckons

Proudly posing blue beauty

Little fingers collecting summer time treasures

Blackberries not yet black guarded by a sentinel daisy

Walks with a friend are always the best

Summer donned her lacy gown

A creative display of grasses

Goodbye!

  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 the hay!