An Ode to Summer

As Imperceptible As Grief

by Emily Dickinson

As imperceptibly as grief
The summer lapsed away,—
Too imperceptible, at last,
To seem like perfidy.


A quietness distilled,
As twilight long begun,
Or Nature, spending with herself
Sequestered afternoon.


The dusk drew earlier in,
The morning foreign shone,-
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
Into the beautiful.

Come over for tea with me!

Because community starts within your home I have created some conversation cards to encourage a richer time around the table with your family. A simple but very intentional way to be fully present right now. Find how you can join me monthly for tea here and get access to this download.