The Bookish Kind: Emily's Grave

May 15, 1886, Emily D died. I love her gravestone saying "called back."

When it comes,

the Landscape listens -

Shadows hold their breath -

When it goes,

'tis like the Distance

On the look of Death.

~Emily Dickinson

Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth