Tuesday, March 20, 2012


MINDFUL of you the sodden earth in spring,
And all the flowers that in the springtime grow,
And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slow
Rising of the round moon, all throats that sing
The summer through, and each departing wing, 5
And all the nests that the bared branches show,
And all winds that in any weather blow,
And all the storms that the four seasons bring.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay

1 comment:

Gary Robertson said...

Thought-provoking -- capture and comment.

Emily Dickinson's reflection came to mind:

"After a hundred years
Nobody knows the place ..."

"Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away." -Ben Hecht