The Bookish Kind: I Am Emily

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

I Am Emily

“{Nowhere did seem to be home}

And I broke my heart with weeping

To come back to {the moors};

And the angels were so angry

That they flung me out into

The middle of the heath

On the top of {the moors};

Where I woke sobbing for joy.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

{words changed by me}

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