Friday, April 17, 2015

Renaissance

 
 
An altered look about the hills;
A Tyrian light the village fills;
A wider sunrise in the dawn;
A deeper twilight on the lawn;
A print of a vermilion foot;
A purple finger on the slope;
A flippant fly upon the pane;
A spider at his trade again;
An added strut in chanticleer;
A flower expected everywhere ..."

~Emily Dickinson

 

10 comments:

donna baker said...

My guess is it's still raining there too. I try to tell myself that at least it's not cold, so there is progress. I just wish the rain would stop and it would dry out enough to do all the gardening chores waiting for me.

Kathy said...

A beautiful poem. I just love it. Makes me feel as if I'm walking in a spring woods.

L. D. said...

Let us just hope that the stream doesn't go into a flood mode. It is a beautiful area.

Elizabeth said...

Beautiful!

Henny Penny said...

I just love both, the picture and the poem. The picture reminds me of driving along side the French Broad River when the children were small and we lived in Tennessee.

Betsy Brock said...

Look at that green! Gorgeous!

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...

I love this poem, it's been a long time since I read it and I'd forgotten about it, and how beautiful it is to read, especially this time of year.

Beth P said...

I love this angle of a covered bridge! I never thought to take a picture from inside the covered bridges around here but thanks to your inspiration I sure will be experimenting this summer!
Hugs,
Beth P

Susie said...

Jo, I saw all those river rock and all I could think is how I would be carrying some home. LOL. You know I love your blog and visiting you ...because of all the wonderful pictures, poems and quotes. Your blog is beautiful. Blessings, xoxo,Susie

Tweedles -- that's me said...

Beautiful river, and beautiful poem too!
love
tweedles