Even though I am sitting on a warm white sand beach right now, this lovely poem by Ms. Dickinson is reminding me of the winter which waits for me back home in Chicago.
Beclouded
-Emily Dickinson
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A traveling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
Do you know what diadem means? I had to look it up. It's a jeweled crown or headband worn as a symbol of sovereignty. While not jeweled, these crowns (see above) made by another talented Emily (of Which Goose ) came to mind when I learned what diadem meant. Isn't she, and aren't they beautiful?
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