Before you thought of SpringExcept as a Surmise
You see
- God bless his suddenness -
A Fellow in the Skies
Of independent Hues
A little weather worn
Inspiriting habiliments
Of Indigo and Brown —
With specimens of Song
As if for you to choose —
Discretion in the interval
With gay delays he goes
To some superior Tree
Without a single Leaf
And shouts for joy to Nobody
But his seraphic self -
Photographed 9 April 2011 at 1:35PM in Vienna's Stadtpark
The poem is by Emily Dickinson
The images are © by Merisi
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I remember as a child, the joy of running. Thanks for bringing it home to me.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Charles. I don't think I ever walked anywhere when I was a child. Lovely photographs.
ReplyDeleteThere's such freedom in those two photos. Thanks a lot for the poem and the images.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
The bliss of running on green grass . . . I can almost smell it! I, too, once ran everywhere.
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