Her light escape into the beautiful

Nikita Sergyshkin | Ballance [Behance]

Emily Dickinson | As imperceptibly as grief

                                                      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