Monarchs are pretty and The butterfly obtains, by Emily Dickinson

The butterfly obtains But little sympathy, Though favorably mentioned In Entomology. Because he travels freely And wears a proper coat, The circumspect are certain The he is dissolute. Had he the homely scutcheon of modest Industry, T were fitter certifying for Immortality. – Emily Dickinson

The Village in Winter, and It will be Summer–Eventually, by Emily Dickinson

342 It will be Summer — eventually. It will be Summer — eventually. Ladies — with parasols — Sauntering Gentlemen — with Canes And little Girls — with Dolls — Will tint the pallid landscape — As ’twere a bright Bouquet — Tho’ drifted deep, in Parian — The Village lies — today — The […]

Windmill and There came a wind like a bugle, by Emily Dickinson

Those windmills that dot the countryside and seem to top every ridge in central Pennsylvania are way bigger than they seem. There came a wind like a bugle; It quivered through the grass, And a green chill upon the heat So ominous did pass We barred the windows and the doors As from an emerald […]

Echinacea purpurea, and I hide myself within a flower, by Emily Dickinson

Guys, I just stumbled on this photo I took last summer.  How did I not notice how pretty this was before? I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too – And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, […]

Spider-day

I’ve seen the trends in photos on various photo sharing sites, like Google + “Caturday!” or “Wildlife Wednesday”. And I thought, “Hey!  ‘Spider’ and ‘Satur’ have the same number of syllables and they both start with ‘S’!”  And, conveniently, Brisbane is jam-packed with the lovely little (or not so little in many cases) arachnids. So […]

Hope is the thing with feathers, by Emily Dickinson

Oh Emily…I have such mixed feelings about Emily Dickinson’s poetry.  Some of it is fantastic and some of it is real crap.  But what else could you expect?  She didn’t want to publish her work.  I suppose in the Twitter era, people are expected to publish every little thought but…well, what do you think about […]