pause (III)

when on the moss-green hill the wandering wind
drowses, and lays his brazen trumpet down,
when snow-fed waters gurgle, cold and brown,
and wintered birds creep from the stacks to find
solace, while each bright eye begins to see
a visionary nest in every tree —
let us away, out of the murky day
of sullen towns, into the silver noise
of woods where every bud has found her way
sunward, and every leaf has found a voice.

― mary webb

in the midst of this work storm i'm currently living in,
a little green pause, of sunnier and outdoorsy days

have a wonderful day


  1. yo estoy necesitando un poco de verde! me encanta el otoño y el invierno, pero llegó el momento de mi dosis de primavera! ;) supongo para vos será lo mismo pero al revés! ;D

    1. lo único que necesito es que se vaya el calor :P
      igual acá siempre algo de verde queda, incluso en el invierno más invernal. peeeroooo... no existe la nieve </3