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| Winter's Warmth |
This is the first piece I'm releasing into the wild for 2014.. They grow up so fast..
Today's quote is a poem by one of my absolute favorites .. A painter with words, Walt Whitman.
Soon Shall the Winter's Foil Be Here:
Soon shall the winter's foil be here;
Soon shall these icy ligatures unbind and melt -- A little while,
And air, soil, wave, suffused shall be in softness, bloom and
growth-- a thousand forms shall rise.
From these dead clods and chills as from low burial graves.
Thine eyes, ears-- all thy best attributes-- all that takes cognizance
of natural beauty,
Shall wake and fill. Thou shalt perceive the simple shows, the
delicate miracles of earth,
Dandelions, clover, the emerald grass, the early scents and flowers,
The arbutus under foot, the willow's yellow--green, the blossoming
plum and cherry;
With these the robin, lark and thrush, singing their songs--the
fitting bluebird;
For such the scenes the annual play brings on.
