In Spring, everything is full of promise.... The child sporting upon the lawn, and the season, sympathize together, and nature rejoices in her virgin loveliness. ~Charles Lanman, "The Dying Year," 1840
This is my sixth and last poem about spring... Photo is a wallpaper publicly available.
Nelson D Reyesabout 3 years
@Francis: good thing to do esp in the morning. I wish I could. Maybe I should start rising up early like the sun but I couldn't. Sleeping in pulls me deeper into slumber much as sleeping late gets my thoughts together. But who knows, the rising sun has always been humankind's wake-up call. I'll give it a try.