March 3rd ~2005

 

All in the wild March-morning

I heard the angels call;

It was when the moon was setting,

and the dark was over all;

The trees began to whisper,

and the wind began to roll,

And in the wild March-morning

I heard them call my soul.

 

~Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

 

 

Loving you dearly and missing you beyond words...