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Poem for Thursday


Frost-Work
By Thomas Bailey Aldrich


These winter nights, against my window-pane
Nature with busy pencil draws designs
Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines,
Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines,
Which she will make when summer comes again
Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold,
Like curious Chinese etchings . . . By and by,
Walking my leafy garden as of old,
These frosty fantasies shall charm my eye
In azure, damask, emerald, and gold.

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Cannot write now because I am off to see That Movie again and have California Tortilla with perkypaduan. Oh I shall collapse with joy from the squee! And then write more fic.

Many thanks for all the gerbil comments and much love to jommy for all of her wonderful artwork -- go check her journal, there are new gerbil pics!

Gacked from fileg and elladans_witch:

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