blow the dry leaves

Come, come thou bleak December wind,
And blow the dry leaves from the tree!
Flash, like a Love-thought, thro’ me, Death
And take a Life that wearies me.

Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind, Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Happy Pi Day!

Four selections:

• câlin, Emilie, Nathaël, etc. from kea, etc.
• Bird feeder and yard, Knox from fourteen places to eat
• Stumpen from Peacemans Pixel
• untitled from Mareen Fischinger