20120831-150800.jpg….was het al een beetje zover:

Indian summer, van Emily Dickinson

These are the days that Birds come back –

A very few- a Bird or two-

To take a backward look. Thes are the days
when skies resume

The old- old sophistries of June-

A blue and gold mistake. Oh fraud that cannot
cheat the Bee-

Almost that plausibility

Induces my belief. Till ranks of seeds their
witness bear-

And softly thro’ the altered air

Hurries a timid leaf. Oh sacrament of summer days,

Oh Last Communion in de Haze-

Permit a child to join. Thy sacred emblems to partake-

Thy consecrated bread to take

And thine immortal wine!

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