Friday, September 11, 2009

Upon Turning 45

As Summer into Autumn slips
 by Emily Dickinson
As Summer into Autumn slips
And yet we sooner say
"The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest
We turn the sun away,
And almost count it an Affront
The presence to concede
Of one however lovely, not
The one that we have loved --
So we evade the charge of Years
On one attempting shy
The Circumvention of the Shaft
Of Life's Declivity.


GrandmaK said...

Lovely poem! This is one I had not read before...Good day to you! Cathy

Diana said...

Hi Lisa,
I take it that you are having a birthday . Happy Birthday to you than and look and all that you have accomplished! The poem you chose was lovely!
Just so you now, I always thought that my forties would be my best decade but it turns out that my fifties have been better so far. So I am now looking forward to the sixties etc......
Hope you had a good day!
Love Di

Aimee said...

Happy Birthday, Lisa! And prayers for many more happy, healthy ones :)

MightyMom said...

happy birthday....