Thursday, April 05, 2012

Easter is here with velvet, snowed train that takes away the opening days and closes them tight. From gown and shirt to stoles and swaggered scarves we return...for a little while.  For like ghosts in the twilight we inhabit these now gloomy days waiting for summer radiance to guide us back to a better place we know is there, for we have already felt it; though its fiery benevolence may have waned under the onslaught of the northern wind. Yet withal this will pass and our icy mistress must doth exit and all we shall decry is the last rustle of her iced sendaline gown as it flows past us to abide in her pristine snow gardens of the North Pole.

Happy Easter