Thursday, May 19, 2011

Little Brook

There is this little brook that I like to go set by and just listen to the sounds of the forest. Some days like today I just can't focus on anything, so I head off to sit and think by this little brook. The sound of the water is so soothing and it calms me and helps me think. 
Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And blushing birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
And nobody knows, so still it flows,
That any brook is there;
And yet your little draught of life
Is daily drunken there.
Then look out for the little brook in March,
When the rivers overflow,
And the snows come hurrying from the hills,
And the bridges often go.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows parching lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
~Emily Dickinson

1 comment:

Jamey said...

Wonderful post and beautiful photo!