But the lonely one veil
Within thy gold clouds!
Surround with winter-green,
Until the roses bloom again,
The humid locks,
Oh Love, of thy minstrel!"
If only Goethe's "Winter Journey"
had taken him to Vienna,
he would have found
roses blooming in late November!
This rooster has been crowingsince the break of dawn:
There, a clou,
right near his feet!
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I love the idea that the blue sky, the roses, the green leaves still on the trees, the soft breath of the air, the poetry (& of course the coffee shops . . .) are 'news'.
ReplyDeleteThey are. Each fresh day is 'the news'.
Sally,
ReplyDeletetoday's sky was of the bluest blue, truly newsworthy. ;-) Finding a blooming rose at the tram stop right around the corner from Klimt's last studio was sheer serendipity.
Right now dusk is falling and the sky in the west is of a golden hue.
Stunning blue photos.
ReplyDeleteVery lovely photos! Amazing to see that rose.
ReplyDeleteYour blue skies look Floridaesque. Where is your snow?
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