Saturday, March 15, 2025

Emily Dickinson poem for Saturday, 3/15/25


We should not mind so small a flower 

We should not mind so small a flower 
Except it quiet bring
Our little garden that we lost
Back to the Lawn again -
 
So spicy her Carnations nod -
So drunken, reel her Bees -
So silver, steal a hundred flutes
From out a hundred trees -
 
That whoso sees this little flower
By faith, may clear behold
The Bobolinks around the throne
And Dandelions gold.


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