april_song
mon Spring is in the meadow
Robin makes her nest
the leaves of summer close around us
unfurling Winter's rest

the wind is sung to us
sleep now,
sleep before the rising of the sun

old apple trees dark
and fields quietly left fallow
whisper of glorious feasts
if Fortune be merry and hardships few

the last cold mists of the season
morning beckons with drops of dew
I long for the vision of the Ancients
who sleep in pillared tombs
to know of what it is we are living
if summer is a road ahead

and the wind sings to us
dream now,
dream before the passing of day 		030415
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phil you have to depressed to enjoy this stuff 030415
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what me offended? are you speaking from experience? 030415
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birdmad strong wind through trees anf cityscape fixtures

a harmony of whispers and crashing sounds at varied intervals 		030415
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notme it feels like i wrote this years ago


and 'you have to depressed to enjoy this stuff' still hurts 		031212
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notme liked birdmad's blathe 031212
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rudolph steiner A deep impression was made on those present when the Temple Goddess thus expressed her joy in all things growing, springing and sprouting of life, a feeling that was wafted through the spiriual atmosphere of the "Ephesian" Sanctuary as a magic breath. For the Mystery was so arranged and instituted that we may truly say, nowhere have men lived with the growth of the plant life, with the springing and sprouting of the Earth into the plants, as they did in "Ephesus". 031212
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mon i want to sing the rain
sing the sky so grey
soon it will be dry
summer will take away the wet clouds
and all the wild daffodil flowers 		040423
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.&. i barely know january
i don't know about april 		050114
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happy april fool happy april fools 050401
what's it to you?
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