Day 364 – Last Call

Last Call

Day 364

Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight by Robert Frost

When I spread out my hand here today,
I catch no more than a ray
To feel of between thumb and fingers;
No lasting effect of it lingers.

There was one time and only the one
When dust really took in the sun;
And from that one intake of fire
All creatures still warmly suspire.

And if men have watched a long time
And never seen sun-smitten slime
Again come to life and crawl off,
We not be too ready to scoff.

God once declared he was true
And then took the veil and withdrew,
And remember how final a hush
Then descended of old on the bush.

God once spoke to people by name.
The sun once imparted its flame.
One impulse persists as our breath;
The other persists as our faith.

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Second to the last day, posted on the same day as the final shot.  The anticipation is KILLING me!!
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Fuzzy Logic

Day 296 – It Doesn’t Smell as Good as it Looks

It Doesn't Smell as Good as it Looks

Day 296

Purple — is fashionable twice — by Emily Dickinson

Purple — is fashionable twice —
This season of the year,
And when a soul perceives itself
To be an Emperor.
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Short but sweet as I am, once again, running behind!  Gosh, I wish I could catch up, if only for a little while!  Egad!