The Snow and Wind
Had swept the Winter Street --
The House was hooked
The Sun sent out
Faint Deputies of Heat --
Where rode the Bird
The Silence tied
His ample -- plodding Steed
The Apple in the Cellar snug
Was all the one that played.
-Emily Dickinson, "Like Brooms of Steel"
1 comments:
I adore this, Liane. The poem and the photos. :-)
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