May 2013 be your best year ever!
I'll be rooting for you!
|...Come see the north wind’s masonry.|
|Out of an unseen quarry evermore|
|Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer|
|Curves his white bastions with projected roof|
|Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.|
|Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work|
|So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he|
|For number or proportion. Mockingly,|
|On coop or kennel he hangs Parian wreaths;|
|A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn;|
|Fills up the farmer’s lane from wall to wall,|