Did you know that famed poet Emily Dickinson is related to Arthur Dickinson Norcross, founder of the Norcross Wildlife Sanctuary? Emily was a first cousin to Mr. Norcross’ father. Her poetry can be dark, yet thought provoking. Here is a poem to ponder that describes, quite precisely, the season nestled in between summer and winter.
Besides the Autumn poets sing by Emily Dickinson
[lightbox link=”http://norcrosswildlife.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/IMG_3366-e1447095399992.jpg” thumb=”http://norcrosswildlife.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/IMG_3366-320×200.jpg” width=”320″ align=”right” title=”Bare Hill, Looking South” frame=”true” icon=”image” caption=”Bare Hill, Looking South”]Besides the Autumn poets sing
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the Haze –
A few incisive Mornings –
A few Ascetic Eves –
Gone – Mr. Bryant’s “Golden Rod” –
And Mr. Thomson’s “sheaves.”
Still, is the bustle in the Brook –
Sealed are the spicy valves –
Mesmeric fingers softly touch
The Eyes of many Elves –
Perhaps a squirrel may remain –
My sentiments to share –
Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind –
Thy windy will to bear!
