Dickinson | One Woman Reads Another

It’s a good day for Emily
I sip tea and watch the rain
chin in my hand, like any woman
prone to flights of fancy
and often confined at home
since the spring, our garden has grown
into a tangled beast
untamed and free
nature gone to seed in glorious abandon
unchecked and vivacious as a fertile mind
liberated from the chains of society
sending out generous shoots
nurtured with care
the inside looking out
from the shelter behind panes of glass

Oh how I do love me a rainy day, a cup of tea, a book of Dickinson’s poetry. . . . . Thank you for reading!