Saturday, January 28, 2023


 At dawn from my damp garden
    I shook the chilly dew;
The thin boughs locked behind me
    That sprang to let me through;         
The blossoms slept,—I sought a place
    Where nothing lovely grew.

- Edna St. Vincent Millay


Jen said...

Love this. 🖤

Rot said...

Yeah, really love this poem. Felt perfect for this photo.

Mike C(JASONV123) said...

Excellent choice for the photo!