This is a flower made of glass to endure the three months of the season, so don't let it fall on the floor, kiddo. :-P
Now Time throws off his cloak again
Of ermined frost, and wind, and rain,
And clothes him in the embroidery
Of glittering sun and clear blue sky.
With beast and bird the forest rings,
Each in his jargon cries or sings;
And Time throws off his cloak again.
Of ermined frost, and wind, and rain.
River, and fount, and tinkling brook
Wear in their dainty livery
Drops of silver jewelry;
In new-made suit they merry look;
And Time throws off his cloak again
Of ermined frost, and wind, and rain.
Charles I de Valois (Duke of Orleans), "The return of spring".
4 comments:
C, it's lovely!
And your flower and the poem are very nice too.
:-P
C
Why you try to make me laugh? You broke the thing isn't? :-)
The large view really shows the intricacies of this image. Very, very pretty.
Thanks, Deborah.
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