Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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.
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?