When Spring is about to spring forth, here’s one from Emily…
An altered look about the hills—
A Tyrian light the village fills—
A wider sunrise in the morn—
A deeper twilight on the lawn—
A print of a vermillion 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—..
A flower expected everywhere—
An axe shrill singing in the woods—
Fern odors on untravelled roads—
Emily Dickinson
House Sparrow 
It’s after 7 p.m., and the light still lingers here. Part of that is clock manipulation, but the days are getting longer, and the whole world seems happy about it. I certainly am. This “deeper twilight on the lawn” is part of what makes this season so charming, and such a fine subject for Emily’s verse.
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