Today is Emily Dickinson’s Birthday. So, I Should Write a Poem

Everything points your way; You can see the golden eye. What the Queen has bequeathed to stay home runs and apple pies loft back into your sky. Each ruinous nation rejects finally even the fallen tree; Above the skies stares salvation where still the angels sing. Where were you when she was born? You were… Continue reading Today is Emily Dickinson’s Birthday. So, I Should Write a Poem