I'll tell you how the sun rose,--
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"
But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
-Emily Dickinson
Statistics
Place: 65 out of 155 Avg (all users): 5.5233 Avg (commenters): 7.0000 Avg (participants): 5.3958 Avg (non-participants): 5.5655 Views since voting: 915 Views during voting: 298 Votes: 193 Comments: 6 Favorites: 0
offcourse it has to be morning
you can see she on diet
that means only at sunrise a little nibble
am surprised that most commenter's were not aware of this
Add photograph to your favorites
Add photographer to your favorites
Photographer found comment helpful.
