Friday, March 23, 2007

At the changing of the seasons

I deliver these verses:

When the winter-tide
bids long farewell
to the frost-bonded soil
of her hardened bed,

Fair Lady Sun
opens forth her petals.
Release the deeds
unknown in the cover
of lovely winter-tide,
who had broken the plough-burnished
ground to grind!

Let the works and days
spring o'er the frost
and forbear not the toil
forgotten by winter,
forgotten for deeds
unknown in the offing.
And turn forth again
that full face of spring,
and let her faun thus
bask and shine.

Thank you. Thank you very much. I'm selling orange drink in the back for gas money. So please. Indulge in some orange drink. Thank you so much, and have a gentle weekend.

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