George H. Northrup

2011 String Poet Prize 1^st Runner-up

Homage to Emily Dickinson (xix)

In Foyers of tall daffodils—
dance ardent bees around.
They ring the door chimes—of the Spring—
with brisk, insistent Sound.

My wingless limbs—reluctantly—
in mid-air would be found.
Their feet are—not so willingly
confined to solid ground.

From garden path or country lane—
I watch them—at the blooms
waddle airborne door to door
through April’s—fragrant—Rooms.

I do not speak of—Time—to them.
They—buzz no thoughts to me.
Despite opaque—Divergent—worlds
We share Theology.