Debauchee of Dew
Inebriate of Air—am I --
And Debauchee of Dew --
Reeling—thro endless summer days --
From inns of Molten Blue --
(Stanza 2 of poem #214 by Emiliy Dickinson. Commonly referred to by its first line: I taste a liquor never brewed --)
DP189-2014 Posted July 8; processed ditto
More from the same garden with the dew spangled cleome that I pictured in my July 2 DP. It is easy to feel drunk on the beauties of nature on cool bright summer mornings.
Taken July 4, 2014
Butterfly Garden, Gallup Park, Ann Arbor
Title: Debauchee of Dew
I feel humbled by all the kind words you guys left yesterday for my shot of windows reflecting the sky. 'Thanks' seems an insufficient acknowledgment.