A reminder

Windswept barley
Swaying to and fro
Shimmering and whispering
Reminds me of all I know.


  1. Very nice, Zinnia. Here's another reminder to accompany the lovely shot of your barley field.

    THE GRASS by Emily Dickinson

    The grass so little has to do, --
    A sphere of simple green,
    With only butterflies to brood,
    And bees to entertain,

    And stir all day to pretty tunes
    The breezes fetch along,
    And hold the sunshine in its lap
    And bow to everything;

    And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
    And make itself so fine, --
    A duchess were too common
    For such a noticing.

    And even when it dies, to pass
    In odors so divine,
    As lowly spices gone to sleep,
    Or amulets of pine.

    And then to dwell in sovereign barns,
    And dream the days away, --
    The grass so little has to do,
    I wish I were the hay!

  2. Thank you, Bill for the lovely poem by Emily Dickinson. I have a small book of her poems... so delicate. I am happy to know another poem of hers. Thank you for sharing it here. So perfect!