which arrives today, precisely at 5:24 p.m. Eastern Time
As seen through my living room curtains: The Sunset Makes a Rainbow! |
The Wheel
Through winter-time we call on spring,
And through the spring on summer call,
And when abounding hedges ring
Declare that winter's best of all;
And after that there's nothing good
Because the spring-time has not come —
Nor know that what disturbs our blood
Is but its longing for the tomb.
W. B. Yeats (1865 – 1939)
Spring
by Nicolae Grigorescu (1838 – 1907) |
Magic Martisor
@The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker
A literary blog of connection & coincidence;
custom & ceremony
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