"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

02 February 2025

Promises.

Wyeth, February 2, 1942, 1942


The hedge-rows cast a shallow shade
      Upon the frozen grass,
      But skies at evening song are soft,
      And comes the Candlemas.
Each day a little later now
      Lingers the westering sun;
      Far out of sight the miracles
      Of April are begun.
O barren bough! O frozen field!
      Hopeless ye wait no more.
      Life keeps her dearest promises—
      The Spring is at the door!

Arthur Ketchum

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