I’ll tell you how the Sun rose — A Ribbon at a time — The Steeples swam in Amethyst — The news, like Squirrels, ran — The Hills untied their Bonnets — The Bobolinks — begun — Then I said softly to myself — “That must have been the Sun”! But how he set — I know not — There seemed a purple stile That little Yellow boys and girls Were climbing all the while — Till when they reached the other side, A Dominie in Gray — Put gently up the evening Bars — And led the flock away —That's Emily Dickinson. Today is her birthday. Thumbs up on both photos, #2 in particular.-Dave-