Emily Dickinson | If you were coming in the Fall
If you were coming in the Fall,
I'd brush the Summer by
With half a smile, and half a spurn,
As Housewives do, a Fly.
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls
And put them each in separate Drawers,
For fear the numbers fuse -
Leonid Afremov | Lovers in the park







