New Year Beckons
The hyacinths are placed on the counter Rotund bulbs too big for their pots Their shoots still green and young and Waiting Content to sit cosily with one other Until they burst into colour The orchids bow and bob in the gentle wind Their leaves outstretched in grand finesse Queens of the garden With their mottled, purple collars Chrysanthemums stay in the kitchen Or by her side Waiting to...
Die, but do not retreat.– Joseph Stalin (via demons)
Old men should have more care to end life well than to live long.– Captain J. Brown
Lamb on a Hill
She is a misplaced cloud On an orange hill White against the tawny leaves She is a single drop Of fresh fallen snow Marking the Winter’s Eve She is a single child And she’s all alone Waiting for the wind to cease Come to me, my lamb! Come to me, my love! Come to my side! Together we’ll sit Two precious clouds Nestled and waiting On that golden hill. For skippingboundaries: I’m...