March 15th, 2013
|08:34 am - Beware, beware on the fifteenth of March|
A small poem for the day --
Frost and blood, cold, hot
Death on the Capitol Steps
'Ware the Ides of March
May you have no bad augurs for your day, may you be warm and well, great Caesars of your own worlds. :)
Hugs for you--and hot tea, on this chilled morning.
[shares tea and good thoughts] Hope you're enjoying the sun, F!
Had I a brain, I'd haiku you back, including "great Ceasars of our own worlds" as the second line. But I have no brain, so ::hand waves:: just imagine a rocking haiku for you, too.
Warmth comes with oak pollen, but we persevere (to quote a brilliant mind).
H-P! I'm glad to 'see' you, which is BETTER than a haiku. :)
Here in the subtropics, we've been in Pollen Alert mode for almost two months. I am Over It.
[sends hugs and good thoughts your way]
|Date:||March 15th, 2013 10:16 pm (UTC)|| |
You're almost to the 16th of March, L, which is a much safer day. ;) Enjoy!