Sunday, September 30, 2012

Into the Beautiful: Mixed Media Journal Page

As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away—
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy—
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon—
The Dusk drew earlier in—
The Morning foreign shone—
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone—
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful. 

Emily Dickinson

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful, Debbie! I love the warm tones! I host a creative link-up every week on Friday... would love to have you join us if you would like! :)