She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half words whispered low;As earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.(Robert Graves)
Characteristically paradoxical, me. I’ve changed my mind. I’m now officially looking forward to spring, whether I like it or not. I just read the above poem last night (in this book), and that is likely what secured it. Yep. I feel it stirring, despite the falling snow. (Either that, or the extra espresso shot from this morning’s latte?)
This dead little flower is just outside my window, and I was sketching it today with the home-from-school-for-a-dentist-appointment kids, and whoops! Hope and Mother Earth made an appearance. Hey there, Mama. Stir it up.
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….quiet now…quiet…
mmmmm. i can’t hear the snow falling….it’s too peaceful.
Beautiful!! You’re a genious.
This is one of my favorite places to visit. The end.
I agree with Mom…genious. And beautiful.
oh, i know, those poor things are trying so hard to get out of there. my girls brought home some seeds from school, which we’ve planted, and they are doing their best to sprout out of the pot on the kitchen counter. but the little dears need sunlight. when i put them in the window, they panic from the cold. so they go back and forth from the sill to the counter, and have i mentioned that i kill everything i try to grow, so you might as well just call me the falling snow.
perfect image for the graves poem by the way. you are so talented.
love it.