Were I a poet I would tell you in pretty four line verse Of June, and her belongings Of Sky and Grass Of hill and dale And Sun and Moon All in the bonny month of June. —Emily Dickinson To me, the first truly warm, sunny mornings of spring-turning-into summer always means pulling a volume of Dickinson's poetry off the shelf to read outside in the grass and trees. Although Dickinson's trim lines watercolor her scenes with the light brushes of her eponymous dashes, her scant poetry still captures the lush abundance of nature in its summer glory.
from june
from june
from june
Were I a poet I would tell you in pretty four line verse Of June, and her belongings Of Sky and Grass Of hill and dale And Sun and Moon All in the bonny month of June. —Emily Dickinson To me, the first truly warm, sunny mornings of spring-turning-into summer always means pulling a volume of Dickinson's poetry off the shelf to read outside in the grass and trees. Although Dickinson's trim lines watercolor her scenes with the light brushes of her eponymous dashes, her scant poetry still captures the lush abundance of nature in its summer glory.