Love.....

Love is anterior to life,

Posterior to death,

Initial of creation, and

The exponent of breath.

~Emily Dickenson

The summer lapsed away.....

As Imperceptibly As Grief                                 by Emily Dickerson

As imperceptibly as grief The summer lapsed away, -- Too imperceptible, at last, To seem like perfidy. A quietness distilled, As twilight long begun, Or Nature, spending with herself Sequestered afternoon. The dusk drew earlier in, The morning foreign shone, -- A courteous, yet harrowing grace, As guest who would be gone. And thus, without a wing, Or service of a keel, Our summer made her light escape Into the beautiful.