Monday is for poetry

Because there’s a whole week out there waiting to be explored and enjoyed.  Here’s a little diddy from one of my favorite American poets:

A LIGHT exists in spring
By Emily Dickinson

A LIGHT exists in spring  
  Not present on the year  
At any other period.  
  When March is scarcely here  
    
A color stands abroad         5
  On solitary hills  
That silence cannot overtake,  
  But human nature feels.  
    
It waits upon the lawn;  
  It shows the furthest tree         10
Upon the furthest slope we know;  
  It almost speaks to me.  
    
Then, as horizons step,  
  Or noons report away,  
Without the formula of sound,         15
  It passes, and we stay:  
    
A quality of loss  
  Affecting our content,  
As trade had suddenly encroached  
  Upon a sacrament.         20
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