by Emily Dickinson
THE robin is the one
That interrupts the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is scarcely on.
The robin is the one
That overflows the noon
With her cherubic quantity,
As April but begun.
The robin is the one
That speechless from her nest
Submits that home and certainty
And sanctity are best.
~ Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886) American poet.
www.ruthvenpark.ca (Photo: A single dwelling remaining in the ghost-town of Indiana, Haldimand County)
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