Wayward Disciple
In Which a Battered Knight of the Spirit wanders here and there on a Quest for the Holy Grail.
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to My breast.
-George Herbert
Thursday, June 16, 2011
SPRING SONG
Warm breath of grass
augments her breath,
betrays her tender
insolence.
Now hold aloft
the crowning wreath
'til bluebells' siege
shall win her mouth
and lusty Spring
her bright caress.
- by Wayward Disciple
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