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.
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:
We are definitely weeping frozen tears here. Winter has arrived. Thanks for the great poem.
Hi Sandy. I am waiting, not too patiently, for the leap into Spring! ;)
Beautiful. I am looking forward to spring!
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