I have a date with Nature...meanwhile, here's a nice poem by Emily Dickenson
The Sun -- just touched the Morning --The Morning -- Happy thing --
Supposed that He had come to dwell --
And Life would all be Spring!
She felt herself supremer --
A Raised -- Ethereal Thing!
Henceforth -- for Her -- What Holiday!
Meanwhile -- Her wheeling King --
Trailed -- slow -- along the Orchards --
His haughty -- spangled Hems --
Leaving a new necessity! The want of Diadems!
The Morning -- fluttered -- staggered --
Felt feebly -- for Her Crown --
Her unanointed forehead --
Henceforth -- Her only One!
Emily, you ornament the world for me..and here's to all those chestnuts burrs!
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