Posted by: spickering | April 1, 2007

Visions of Johanna


Really beautiful out this morning on this 1st day of April

Wann that Aprile with his showres soote
The drought of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed evry vyne in swich liqour
Of wich engendered is the fluor.


April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

A front went through yesterday, so it was bright sunshine and cool, dry air. Walked the dogs around the golf course with some steamy Beanery Blend coffee. Nice.

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