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Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower?
But I could never sell.
If you would like to borrow
Until the daffodil
Unties her yellow bonnet
Beneath the village door,
Until the bees, from clover rows
Their hock and sherry draw,~Emily dickinson
Why, I will lend until just then,
But not an hour more!
It’s daffodil season! Yellow blossoms spring like gold from the sleeping earth. Dickinson’s attitude toward flowers in this poem strikes a chord with me–I feel the same way about dewdrops brimming with sunlight. They’re more beautiful than diamonds, quivering and alive, and worth so much more.
What completely free, completely priceless natural phenomenon would you gladly share but not take a penny for?
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