"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
"How shall we open the door of Spring?", asks Canadian poetess Ethylwyn Witherald.
Here we open the door of spring with the flowery hinges swing wide!
Posted by L'envoi at 3/20/2016 10:56:00 PM Permalink | Subscribe
Labels: The Seasons
The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
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