"Hark, I hear a robin calling!
List, the wind is from the south!
And the orchard-bloom is falling
Sweet as kisses on the mouth.
In the dreamy vale of beeches
Fair and faint is woven mist,
And the river's orient reaches
Are the palest amethyst.
Every limpid brook is singing
Of the lure of April days;
Every piney glen is ringing
With the maddest roundelays.
Come and let us seek together
Springtime lore of daffodils,
Giving to the golden weather
Greeting on the sun-warm hills."
- Lucy Maud Montgomery, Spring Song
..there's a promise in the wind...just listen..
Art-Berta Lum-Wind Sprite.
3 comments:
Oh Dutchess wat is dat toch met ons twee.
Gisteren plaatste ik een paar mooie zinnen van Lucy Maud Montgomery bij mijn blogbericht, toeval ?
Love you
xox
Mapi
And I have a lot to listen to, because the wind is coming our way in form of SNOW. Yes, more snow today stacking up to many inches. But I'm listening, yes I am!
LOVE TO ALL dearest Dutchess!
I just wandered on back tonight, as the wind is really blowing outside. It is white, but it looks like millions of diamonds on the ground. It is peaceful, and I just wanted to tell you that.
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