Emily Dickinson is my favorite poet! While searching through Emily Dickinson's poems to see if one stood out among the rest for me to paint about, I came upon this one but the thing is I already had painted the perfect painting to go with this poem.

The poem is called "Nature, the gentest Mother"

NATURE, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest,— Her admonition mild

In forest and the hill By traveller is heard, Restraining rampant squirrel Or too impetuous bird.

How fair her conversation, A summer afternoon,— Her household, her assembly; And when the sun goes down

Her voice among the aisles Incites the timid prayer Of the minutest cricket, The most unworthy flower.

When all the children sleep She turns as long away As will suffice to light her lamps; Then, bending from the sky,

With infinite affection And infiniter care, Her golden finger on her lip, Wills silence everywhere.