A different sky..

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There is another sky,
 Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
 Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields—
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
 Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
 In its unfading flowers
 I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
 Into my garden come!

 Emily Dickinson

A Poem Emily wrote to her brother...wishing for him to come home..!
Home...a word more beautiful after traveling..

For me it has a another  interpretation...because I always come home to my garden...and then my home..Now, In my garden its peaceful and quiet...September is the best month for a garden..I believe..
Just sitting and watching a different sky......another autumnly sunshine..

xoxo