Monday, March 3, 2008

National Poetry Month

At the moment freezing rain is beating at the windows, yet it was 76 degrees yesterday! I think perhaps March is, indeed, the cruelest month. Mother Nature has a wicked sense of humor.

Since my jewelry always seem to reflect my passion for flowers, in celebration of National Poetry Month, here's a bit of a Samuel Taylor Coleridge poem that I adore:

What if you slept, and if in your sleep you dreamed,
And what if in your dream you went to heaven and there
Plucked a strange and beautiful flower, and what if when you
Awoke you had the flower in your hand?
Ah, what then?