Monday, December 5, 2011

Of Blades of Grass and Greening Winter

 Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
W. Wordsworth

Nero takes comfort in such thoughts, 
and in the compassionate shades of living green 
proffered by Houston's mild and merciful winters. 



6 comments:

christine {bijouandboheme} said...

Your backyard is heaven - oh how I'd love some of that mild weather and one of those gorgeous orange trees. xo

Deepa said...

Hola Alcira! Just to say that I love the poem + images and all that they collectively evoke. Characteristically elegant Alcira :)

Moomser said...

You have citrus fruits in december??

Lila Moonlight said...

Lovely backyard, lucky you :)

StyleCandy said...

Those oranges look yummy! Great backyard!

Love,
Nikki
Style Candy

Appletree said...

that is winter?? sigh.
we are all frozen and brown underneath the dusting of snow. not enough to cover the leaves I didn't rake.

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Urban flâneuse, armchair observer, absent-minded scribbler, occasional epicure and carpool line cultural attaché, my nom de plume is Nero. Join me as I catalog a compilation of earthly delights and stuff that I dig. Alcira Molina-Ali

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