"Zero At The Bone"

 A fulsome Lady in the sky

Occasions come to ride 

You may have heard her? 

Did you not?

Her instant heat she

rises quiet horizon 

Dew grasses shimmer 

so parted with a blade,

A sharpened shaft is keen

And then it closes at your feet

but opens further on

She drinks a foggy rood and rod  

A pasture comfort cooled

But when a barefoot rises scene

she more than sleeps, High Noon.

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌙🌚🌛🌜🌝🌞🌟🌠

"Have passed I thought a Whip Lash 💜

Unbraiding in the Sun 🌞

When stooping to secure it 🔗

It wrinkled And was gone ☇

Several of Nature’s People 🐄🐓🐔🐈🐀🐖🐍🐡

I know, and they know me

I feel for them a transport

Of Cordiality

But never met this Fellow

Attended or alone

Without a tighter Breathing

And Zero at the Bone." ☊⛄☊

e dickinson