By Emily Dickinson
Picked this one up on a whim during a gift shop visit, a gift for me. I'm gravitating towards poems in the winter and letting the words blanket me with comfort. Emily's envelope poems also remind me of my post-it note poems, and more recently, my aqua-note poems & scribblings, capturing all the musings that fall with the shower downpour.
In this short lifethat only lasts an hourmerelyHow much — how little —is within our power.