Winter is a death, It's true, But spring is not A birth anew- After winter's cold Snow and ice It strikes me more As a paradise.
I envy you as you enter the loveliest of Vermont's seasons, but I am surprised to find a cold dread in my heart as I consider what lies beyond the Fall. Autumn is a beautiful descent into misery. The current of the seasons is sweeping you and yours towards the winter- expensive, long, punishing winter. ...and yet I miss it. How perverse.
I dread the coming of winter everyday. I feel the whole summer and now autumn was and is spent preparing for it. Although, if I stop and look around, I notice that every season has its own beauty, especially in Vermont.
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Winter is a death,
It's true,
But spring is not
A birth anew-
After winter's cold
Snow and ice
It strikes me more
As a paradise.
I envy you as you enter the loveliest of Vermont's seasons, but I am surprised to find a cold dread in my heart as I consider what lies beyond the Fall. Autumn is a beautiful descent into misery. The current of the seasons is sweeping you and yours towards the winter- expensive, long, punishing winter. ...and yet I miss it. How perverse.
I dread the coming of winter everyday. I feel the whole summer and now autumn was and is spent preparing for it. Although, if I stop and look around, I notice that every season has its own beauty, especially in Vermont.
I love the fact that something sticky has given Obie that perfect kewpie doll hair do! Great pics.
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