A WINTER’S TALE

 

 

 

“You’d be so lean, that blast of January

would blow you through and through.

Now, my fair’st friend,

I would I had some flowers o’ the

spring might become your time of day.”

(William Shakespeare, The Winter’s Tale, Act IV – Scene 4)

 

 

A discarded bouquet outside my front door.

An overnight snow fall.

None of this my doing except to capture this  moment before the pale sun took back  the winter glitter.

 

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