Yesterday, the golden crescent of an old moon
woke me, bright above the horizon
an hour before the sun,
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Yesterday, the golden crescent of an old moon
woke me, bright above the horizon
an hour before the sun,
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. ~ Albert Camus (1913-1960)
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With the appearance of Fall and the approach of Winter come a waning of daylight hours. Metaphorically, poets and writers have often used these seasons to describe middle and late stages, be they of gardens or human lives.
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The flowers of late Winter and early Spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size. ~ Gertrude S. Wister
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Two at a Fireside
I built a chimney for a comrade old;
I did the service not for hope or hire:
And then I traveled on in winter’s cold,
Yet all the day I glowed before the fire.
~ Edwin Markham (1852-1940)
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