Monday, January 16, 2012

Every Winter


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

3 comments:

  1. We are definitely weeping frozen tears here. Winter has arrived. Thanks for the great poem.

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  2. Hi Sandy. I am waiting, not too patiently, for the leap into Spring! ;)

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