Inebriate of air - am I

I taste a liquor never brewed –
From Tankards scooped in Pearl –
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!

Inebriate of air – am I –
And Debauchee of Dew –
Reeling – thro' endless summer days –
From inns of molten Blue –

When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove's door –
When Butterflies – renounce their "drams" –
I shall but drink the more!

Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats –
And Saints – to windows run –
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the – Sun!

- by Emily Dickinson

[Shutterbug]

Love that intriguing image. Very nice.

[Mallory]

This is really cool.

[GG G]

Perfection! This could be in my list of photo of the year

[CristinaL]

@shutterbug49 Thank you!

[CristinaL]

@sunnygirl Thanks!

[CristinaL]

@gggg Wow! Thank you 😊 and thank you for the follow!