How the wind howls this morn about the end of May and drives June on apace to mock the world forlorn, and the world’s joy passed away.
Photo by Jacob Mitchell – proartspb
Yes, May is come, and its sweet breath shall well-nigh make you weep today, and pensive with swift-coming death, shall ye be satiate of the May.
Photo by evangeliear
Door Peter
Mensenmens, zoon, echtgenoot, vader, opa.
Spiritueel, echter niet religieus.
Ik hou van golf, wandelen, lezen en de natuur in veel opzichten.
Onderzoeker, nieuwsgierig, geen fan van de mainstream media (MSM).
