Wind & Window Flower – poem by Robert Frost

LOVERS, forget your love,

And list to the love of these,

She a window flower,

And he a winter breeze,

When the frosty window veil

Was melted down at noon,

And the cag`ed yellow bird

Hung over her in tune,

He marked her through the pane,

He could not help but mark,

And only passed her by,

To come again at dark.

He was a winter wind,

Concerned with ice and snow,

Dead weeds and unmated birds,

And little of love could know.

But he sighed upon the sill,

He gave the sash a shake,

As witness all within

Who lay that night awake,

Perchance he half prevailed

To win her for the flight

From the firelight to looking-glass

And warm stove-window light.

But the flower leaned aside

And thought of naught to say,

And morning found the breeze

A hundred miles away.

I’m going to keep this blog as positive as possible, while still talking about some of the news. With the world and Mother Nature in the terrible shape they are in, I am going to try to walk the fine line between being overly optimistic and being dreadfully morose. So, on some days, you will find my blog perhaps too simplistic or too hopeful. On other days, you will find it sad and hopeless or angry and DID (Down In the Dumps).

So, if on that day you just cannot handle what I’ve written, it’s okay, don’t read it. Leave and come back for the next post because I want you to be informed, but I don’t want to drag you down. Unless there is something huge happening, there should not be two posts in a row of consistent fire and brimstone.

Namaste,

Idealistic Rebel (in other parts of my life, known as Barbara)