Friday, December 14, 2007

The beauty in the beast

Every winter,
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay -
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
~Charles Kingsley

2 comments:

Angeleyes said...

You find the sickest pictures... love it!!!!

I will definitely post again... my life has been nuts, lol! Thanks for thinking of me :)

Technodoll said...

I love the absurd! LOL

Of course I think of you... everyone needs an angel ;-)