Tag Archives: Emily Dickinson

The Stations of the Year

“Till summer folds her miracle…when sacrament is done” Emily Dickinson, Poem #342 Chalice after chalice opened day after day Until autumn crocus filled and faded. That holy season closed with their benediction. Blessed be the smaller celebrations of winter camellia … Continue reading

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“Bring Me the Sunset in a Cup”

My cup of metaphors spills out; its saucer overflows. My thoughts are image-steeped like tea in pouches, hung from words. With sounds and pictures—color, shape– delighting eye, caressing ear, the heady brew one can mistake for something soothing, something clear. … Continue reading

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