I’ll tell you how the sun rose,—
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
“That must have been the sun!”
But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
– Emily Dickinson
Photo by my friend, Bill Harwood, taken at dawn in Mallorca, Spain.
Love this picture because I was there two years ago. He got a great shot.
Cool. Sunrise or sunset, it’s all spectacle.
I there a difference that you can tell between a sunrise and a sunset? I a lways thought things were calmer at sunrise. For ex., bodies of water like lakes and oceans are still and have no waves.
The photo is captivating because of the scenery. Is very good.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
… Lovely lines.