Just like the last time I posted this one. It happens every year.
We never learn.
I like these cold, gray winter days.
Days like this let you savor
a bad mood.
Who would think that those branches
would turn green against blossom,
but we hope it, we know it.
Johan Wolfgang Von Goethe
Winter lies too long in country towns,
hangs on until it's stale and shabby,
old and sullen.
In the depth of winter I finally learned
that there was in me
an invincible summer.
There's a certain slant of light,
That oppresses, like the
Heft of Cathedral Tunes.
Reality continues to ruin my life.