Jardins du Botrain

The Soul of April: OVER the wintry threshold Who comes with joy to-day, So frail, yet so enduring, To triumph o’er dismay? Ah, quick her tears are springing, And quickly they are dried, For sorrow walks before her, But gladness walks beside. She comes with gusts of laughter,— The music as of rills; With tenderness […]

April Airs and Bliss

Côté Sud, Avril-Mai 2009 EARTH VOICES I HEARD the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, “The world is made forever Of transport and desire. “I am the breath of being, The primal urge of things; I am the whirl of star dust, I am the lift of wings. “I am the splendid impulse That comes […]