Indian Summer by Emily Dickinson
These are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a backward look.
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old sophistries of June, --
A blue and gold mistake.
The old, old sophistries of June, --
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,
Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
Love this poem... it inspired this card. It's a simple card to make...
Love this poem... it inspired this card. It's a simple card to make...
- make card from cardstock and cover face of card with patterned paper
- adhere band of coordinating cardstock to face of card
- ink edges with ink & foam blender
- apply pearl flourishes
- adhere flowers
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