Counting the Days
As I wait in anticipation for Spring to arrive, I can almost smell the fragrance of sweet peas. "Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings."
John Keats
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Counting the Days
As I wait in anticipation for Spring to arrive, I can almost smell the fragrance of sweet peas. "Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o'er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings."
John Keats
1,052
views
93
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21
comments
Uploaded on March 7, 2021
Taken on July 10, 2020