...The year of the rose is brief;
From the first blade blown to the sheaf,
From the thin green leaf to the gold,
It has time to be sweet and grow old,
To triumph and leave not a leaf
For witness in winter's sight
How lovers once in the light
Would mix their breath with its breath,
And its spirit was quenched not of night,
As love is subdued not of death...
From: The Year of the Rose by Algernon Charles Swinburne
I am waiting for these to open.
They sparkle and light up like the sun.
Givnology Wellness Arts
May you find yourself in the world…and may you enjoy the company!