Emily Dickenson

Dancing with butterflies Flying through Worlds of wonder Imaginatively playful Insatiable curious Inventively adventurous Happily honest What more could she Possess, pen to paper Day time timid, night Summoned adventurer Flying wings of words Friends, fields, birds, earth, Death, pretty things, Horses, almost anything Free to be a child, Any shape, size Her pen decrees Nothing escaped her Honest appraisal, told its Heart, like a revealing 3-D photo, then the deft Ability to describe value, Heft, meaning of things. Story teller true, flare, power, Whimsy wit. There’s nothing More to say except to love, Secluded, she wrote for herself, Creativity bequeathed her to us.