Any man that walks the mead
In bud, or blade, or bloom, may find
A meaning suited to his mind.
Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)
This piece appeared in my 2017 New Year greetings post:
A host of twelve rhyming beauties green / For the months of two-thousand and seventeen
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