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By Emily and Me

The known poems of Emily Dickinson number 1,775 — enough to last fifty days shy of five years if one poem is read each day. Her poem for today, #111, struck me as apropos for summer’s beginning.

#111
The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly.
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially –

The Brooks laugh louder when I come –
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer’s Day?

Emily Dickinson c. 1859

And then it’s my turn.

A Summer’s Storm
by Bo

Flash silhouettes the row of trees,
Slant rain streams from the sky.
The grumbling of the Giants,
thunder low, crescendo high.

The fairies huddle closely
near boughs of trees spread wide.
The tiny folk from all the Woods,
laugh through the Summer’s Night.

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