Sunday, January 15, 2012

Sustenance and Covering



I leave this notice on my door
For each accustomed visitor:
'I am gone into the fields
To take what this sweet hour yields;
Reflection, you may come tomorrow,
Sit by the fireside of Sorrow.
You with the unpaid bill, Despair,
You tiresome verse-recitor, Care,
I will pay you in the grave,
Death will listen to your stave.
Expectation too, be off!
Today is for itself enough...'

Percy Bysshe Shelley

3 comments:

Daniel said...

SO BEAUTIFUL JENNA!! I actually clutched my neck when i saw that picture...I miss walks out in the fields and woods. We've moved into each others former spots!

Kula said...

I am GREEN with envy that you have snow already! Boo!!!! Boo stupid global warming! I want to be WHITE with snow!!

Jenna Schold said...

Thanks Dan! Yes, our lives have switched...you now needing to shield yourself from people and me needing to go on a walk just to find some ha. And Amanda, I have 2 feet outside my door now, won't you come in??