drunk on life

Emily Dickinson's poem I taste a liquor never brewed makes me long for summer.  She makes it clear from the very start that she is not talking about alcohol as we know it.  The speaker seems to just be drunk on life and nature.  She is "Inebriate of Air" (Dickinson, 797).  She doesn't need to buzz of alcohol to make her intoxicated.  She is desperate to hold onto the the last moments of summer, which seems to be the season.  The more nature itself prepares for the ending of this time, the more she will drink it in.  While others accept the fact that it is coming to an end, she will try that much harder to absorb all of the beauty even more.  Clearly, it doesn't take much to please the speaker of this poem.  She is pleasantly overwhelmed which such simple things as air, dew, flowers; anything to do with nature, she adores.