Seasons
I think this anxious/depressive state that I have been in is begining to break. I would like to thank each and everyone of you who were there for me during my little whining, cry baby fest. Thank you.
The Human Seasons
FOUR Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring’s honey’d cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature
John Keats (1795–1821).
3 comments:
we all have those times- for me it is usually when i have the dreaded pms- where things seems hopeless and i feel like stopping the fight.
what i hold on to as much as i can is the hand of the person i am closer to than any other in all the world. She lets me be sad, but forces me to face life and work through it one moment at a time.
i pray that you have people in your life who do that for you.
HUGS
randi
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