“Out on a Limb” 10×10, oil on canvas, $300.00
Poetry has been a gift, a comfort, and a friend to me during quarantine, and I thought this one particularly appropriate.
The Bluebird
by Emily Dickinson
Before you thought of spring,
Except as a surmise,
You see, God bless his suddenness,
A fellow in the skies
Of independent hues,
A little weather-worn,
Inspiriting habiliments
Of indigo and brown.
With specimens of song,
As if for you to choose,
Discretion in the interval,
With gay delays he goes
To some superior tree
Without a single leaf,
And shouts for joy to nobody
But his seraphic self!
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