9-10 Emily’s Window

Years ago my beloved bought me a collection of Emily Dickenson’s poetry and was awed at her succinct and profound command of language. Hence:
Emily’s Window

Spring’s grass
Is Nature’s Mass,
And across the meadow:
Her cathedral vast.

This verdant majesty
Fills pews with birds and bees,
As white-cap petals gust
Across clover seas.

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