Happy New Year
A Rose Is a Rose Is a Rose
Beauty is but a flower
Which wrinkles will devour;
Brightness falls from the air;
Queens have died young and fair.
– Thomas Nashe
The Last Rose of Summer
‘Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone.
All her lovely companions are faded and gone.
No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh.
– Thomas Moore
More snow. Seems like winter is getting a foot in the door…
Listen to an ethereal recording of the poem set to music here.
Rise and Shine
So I just did me some talkin’ to the sun
And I said I didn’t like the way he got things done,
Sleepin’ on the job,
Those raindrops are fallin’ on my head, they keep fallen’,
But there’s one thing I know:
The blues they send to meet me won’t defeat me;
It won’t be long till happiness steps up to greet me.