Come! Let’s pretend.

Emily Dickinson’s “Make me a picture of the sun — ” almost reads like a “lesson plan” for toddlers.

Make me a picture of the sun –
So I can hang it in my room.
And make believe I’m getting warm
When others call it “Day”!

Draw me a Robin – on a stem –
So I am hearing him, I’ll dream,
And when the Orchards stop their tune –
Put my pretense – away –

Say if it’s really – warm at noon –
Whether it’s Buttercups – that “skim” –
Or Butterflies – that “bloom”?
Then – skip – the frost – upon the lea –
And skip the Russet – on the tree –
Let’s play those – never come!

Let’s not only find the yellowest crayon in the box. Let’s draw a big sun and color it golden.

A sun This Big!

Then, let’s cut it out.  Then hang it on the wall.  Opposite the window. That way, we don’t have to wait for the sun outside.  

To shine.

We can have sunshine all the time, “And make believe…”

But, let’s not stop with our sun. Then, “Draw me a Robin…”.  Every child knows that legs are just stems to lift a face up off the ground. “So I am hearing him, I’ll dream” of all nice things. 

“And when the Orchards stop their tune — ”

No! No. No. Orchards don’t sing! 

Ah! of course. Shall we “Put my pretense — away —”? And “Say if it’s really — warm at noon — / Whether it’s Buttercups — that ‘skim’ —”. You know, glide over the surface of the meadow on a path that ricochets along the surface of water, lightly and swiftly.

No. No. No.

Oh! You are right, of course. It’s not buttercups that skim along the surface of the garden. It’s butterflies.

Are you sure? “Or Butterflies — that ‘bloom’?”

No. No. No.

Okay. So, when you color the forest there will be no frost. “And — skip the Russet —on the tree —” for fall’s reddish browns will “never come!”

No. No. No. When robins stop their tune.

Oh.

Digest A Poem A Day — Accept What Comes Your Way

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