Saturday, March 21, 2015

“And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.” 

― Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Complete Poems


The woodlands sigh, the cool winds sing, the sun's benevolence welcomes spring.
And though the buds sprout in the meadows, winter lingers among the shadows.
Golden head still bowed from slumber, she spreads her mantel in the sun,
And feels the heartbeat of the earth, as winter's hold becomes undone.
Anew, as she pays homage to the splendor of rebirth,
The daffodil awakens, for spring has truly come.

-- The Genie,  from the heart

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