Every winter,
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay -
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
~Charles Kingsley
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay -
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
~Charles Kingsley
Lovely poem and picture! ... the photo of your grans is so tender! a good treasure to keep.
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Oh so true!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm wishing for happy spring too!!
Photos like this make me miss your area this time of year.
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