"Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it."

~ Wm. Arthur Ward (1921 - 1994) American writer.

DAY'S PARLOR
~ Emily Dickenson

The day came slow, till five o'clock,

Then sprang before the hills
Like hindered rubies, or the light
A sudden musket spills.

The purple could not keep the east,
The sunrise shook from fold,
Like breadths of topaz, packed a night,
The lady just unrolled.

The happy winds their timbrels took;
The birds, in docile rows,
Arranged themselves around their prince
(The wind is prince of those).

The orchard sparkled like a Jew, ~
How mighty 't was, to stay
A guest in this stupendous place,
The parlor of the day!

~ Emily Dickenson (1830 - 1886) American poet