All the hard weather
Who would have thought my shriveled heart
Could have recovered greenness? It was gone
Quite underground; as flowers depart
To see their mother-root, when they have blown,
Where they together
All the hard weather,
Dead to the world, keep house unknown.George Herbert, The Flower
Featured on the new Daily Dickinson site…
Two cullings for today:
- XEN (part four) from BlackthornCreative’s Photoblog
- Death Becomes You from Stranded in Kenmare
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tender words and image as we approach the longest night. greeness is but months away..
Thanks, bea! The best that can be said for the Solstice is that the days start getting longer tomorrow, even if just by a few moments…