“As imperceptibly as grief” Emily Dickinson (1830–86).

AS Imperceptibly as grief The summer lapsed away,— Too imperceptible, at last, To seem like perfidy. A quietness distilled, As twilight long begun, Or Nature, spending with herself Sequestered afternoon. The dusk drew earlier in, The morning foreign shone,— A courteous, yet harrowing grace, As guest who would be gone. And thus, without a wing, Or service of a keel, Our summer made her light escape Into the beautiful.

Pictures taken by SPERA GERARDO at POMARICO (ITALY).