Tuesday, January 24, 2006
The Booming Wind
The swarthy bee is a buccaneer,a burly, velveted rover,
who loves the booming wind in his ear,
as he sails the seas of clover.
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Bliss Carman
A peculiar day here, for sure; it's as if a rollicking early March day has been kerplunked down in late January, which is normally the coldest time of the winter. Today we have a temperature of 40 degrees, and a bright blue sky, with puffy white clouds racing to the south, hurled and harried across the horizon by a north wind, that booms and bellows in its impatience to blow everything in front of it.
In spite of the maelstrom in the treetops, protected spots in the garden are gradually showing signs of life in the warming sun; the tiny leaves of Ranunculus ficaria are cautiously emerging from the moist soil.
// posted by IBOY @ 1:25 PM 
