Saturday, August 27, 2016

Getting Wet.

The last time I was on a sailboat.
It capsized.
Plop. Right into Green Bay.
We were close to shore and could stand up.  It was not scary.
Just a bit shocking.

The last time I was in a canoe.
It capsized.
Right into a shallow river in Rockford Mich.
It was not scary.
Just wet.

I forgot about those spills 
until I sat down to post these pictures.

AS imperceptibly as grief
The summer lapsed away,—
Too imperceptible, at last,
To seem like perfidy.
A quietness distilled,        5
As twilight long begun,
Or Nature, spending with herself
Sequestered afternoon.
The dusk drew earlier in,
The morning foreign shone,—        10
A courteous, yet harrowing grace,
As guest who would be gone.
And thus, without a wing,
Or service of a keel,
Our summer made her light escape        15
Into the beautiful.

~Emily Dickinson

Encourage one another,


  1. Love the poem -- and you!

  2. Anonymous5:33 PM

    LOVE LOVE LOVE the pictures............funny, cute boating stories too. Hope you had your orange life jacket on! Karen F.

  3. Postcards pictures. Lovely.

  4. Anonymous1:03 PM

    Oh, that poem. Not an Emily Dickinson I am familiar with and I just love it. "Our summer made her light escape into the beautiful." You have made my day.

    Debbie Z.

  5. Beautiful pictures, Donna! The only time I was ever in a sailboat it also capsized. In deep water, not to far from shore. I think I was 15 or 16. We had on life jackets. So it wasn't too scary.
    That poem made me sigh...I hate that summer is almost over.


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