A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human naturefeels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
-Emily Dickinson
L
p.s i'll have an outfit tomorrow. :)
Lovely photos! As for your comment on my blog, to get picture links, you need a picture and an HTML code with it! Just google it because I can't put the link in this file because it tries to read it as code!
ReplyDeletethese. are. beautiful.
ReplyDeletethese. are. beautiful.
ReplyDelete