Week 2.27: Spring Times is a bunch of lovely sunshine daffodils that are currently sitting on my kitchen counter. It's that special time of year where only a menopausal woman might be able to survive a day's weather in just one outfit. Brilliant rays smothered in minutes by fast moving, heavy, grey clouds that alternately dispense chunks of snowflakes and splattery raindrops all to be finished off by a lovely sunset and pink mountains covered in the latest snows under crystal skies. Ah, Spring Times. How I love you. Spring Times is also why I love layers so much and why you can still find a scarf in my purse in almost April.Anyway, let's stick to the point, shall we? In commemoration of another season, I'd like to share some poetry from Robert Browning. It goes so very well with Spring Times.
"Magical Nature"
Flower-I never fancied, jewel-I profess you!
Bright I see and soft I feel the outside of a flower.
Save but glow inside and-jewel, I should guess you,
Dim to sight and rough to touch: the glory is the dower.
You, forsooth, a flower? Nay, my love, a jewel-
Jewel at no mercy of a moment in your prime!
Time may fray the flower-face: kind be time or cruel,
Jewel, from each facet, flash your laugh at time!
Flower-I never fancied, jewel-I profess you!
Bright I see and soft I feel the outside of a flower.
Save but glow inside and-jewel, I should guess you,
Dim to sight and rough to touch: the glory is the dower.
You, forsooth, a flower? Nay, my love, a jewel-
Jewel at no mercy of a moment in your prime!
Time may fray the flower-face: kind be time or cruel,
Jewel, from each facet, flash your laugh at time!
Happy Spring Times, everyone!!!
1 comment:
Are you talking about me?? I had to read that first part twice and then had to laugh - you've done it again Sarah.
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