After the mounds of snow, it seems about time to have a light little poem. This is one of my favorite poems by Emily Dickinson, because it could (if you wanted) be read in a single breath. To me, it is whispery, it shouldn't be said loudly. Perhaps this is even one of those poems you never read aloud, but rather say to yourself under your breath. It's quite a lovely image, don't you think? Revery. Such an important thing to remember sometimes. To make a prairie (1755)
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee.
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few.