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The temperature is finally above freezing for the first time since ... last Sunday, I believe. Sunshine, clear blue sky, 52 degrees (11.1 degrees Celsius). And another chance of snow tomorrow.
Not much else, so here's a very short poem.
The Coming of Wisdom with Time
Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
~ W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
From Responsibilities and Other Poems, 1916
Not much else, so here's a very short poem.
The Coming of Wisdom with Time
Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.
~ W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
From Responsibilities and Other Poems, 1916