Who knows what it will be like next weekend?
The things we do not know --
The Persons of prognostication
Are coming now --
We try to show becoming firmness --
But pompous Joy
Betrays us, as his first Betrothal
Betrays a Boy.
~ Emily Dickinson
Sunday, March 04, 2012
Waiting for Spring
Who knows what it will be like next weekend?
The things we do not know --
The Persons of prognostication
Are coming now --
We try to show becoming firmness --
But pompous Joy
Betrays us, as his first Betrothal
Betrays a Boy.
~ Emily Dickinson
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Oh, an icy pond. And please do take photos of the forgotten signs in your neck of the woods, before they're gone. Would love to see them.
there was March a life
time ago: marked by
thousands of wine glasses
crushed under
foot, couldn't
locate source of
larger-than-anyone's
life
torrential
sound, that March dawn : then
putting pieces together from sight
line from my dorm
window:
Hudson River ice sheets melting into
another renewed
life: non-
martial March
roaring a peace
roar no wars up
end
It's autumn here now ~ I'm hoping our comparatively mild summer will translate into an equally-mild winter. I hope spring blooms for you soon, Ms M.
Altadenahiker; I'll see if I can get out with my camera soon.
Thank you Anon, for your powerful poem xxoo
Shell, here's wishing you a gorgeous autumn and mild winter!
Lovely photos. I like how it looks like a few of the leaves are actually on the shadow tree in the middle photo. Here's to an early Spring in Boise with lots of gorgeous blooms!
Thanks, Katie. Here's hoping spring comes soon to the Bay area with beautiful blossoms, too!
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