sky-openings

Updated: May 7, 2025

The tall pine-trees whispering to each other across the sky-openings above me, the graceful ferns, the velvet mosses dotted with scarlet fairy-cups, as if the elves had just spread their table for tea, the unspeakable charm of the spice-breathing air, all wove a web of enchantment about me, from which I had no wish to disentangle myself.

Lucy Larcom - A New England girlhood, outlined from memory (Beverly, MA)