The Late Show

Just when you are thinking

that there isn't much to say

for a day

that has surely been too cold and grey

for May,

an audience appears,

 the show

 begins,      

and ends to rave reviews.

Narration by Emily Dickinson.

An altered look about the hills;

A Tyrian light the village fills;

A wider sunrise in the dawn;

A deeper twilight on  the lawn;

A print of a vermillion foot;

A purple finger on the slope;

A flippant fly upon the pane;

A spider at his trade again;

An added strut to chanticleer;

A flower expected everywhere;

An axe shrill singing in the woods;

Fern-odours on untravelled roads;

All this, and more I cannot tell;

A furtive look you know as well;

And Nicodemus' mystery

Receives its annual reply.