Here’s a hymn to welcome in the day, heralding a summer’s early sway. And all the bulbs all coming in… To begin, the thrushes bleating battle with the wrens disrupts my reverie again. Pegging clothing on the line, training jasmine how to vine up the arbor to your door and more. You’re standing on the landing with the war you shouldered, all the night before.
And once upon it, the yellow bonnets garland all the lawn. And you were waking, the day was breaking, a panoply of song. And summer comes to Springville Hill.
A barony of ivy in the trees, expanding out its empire by degrees, and all the branches burst to bloom in the boom. Heaven sent this cardinal maroon to decorate our living room.
And years from now, when this old light isn’t ambling anymore… Will I bring myself to write, “I give my best to Springville Hill”?
(Source : laurachase)