WISDOM

WISDOM by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

It was a night of early spring

The winter sleep was scarcely broken

Around us shadows and the wind

Listened for what was never spoken

Though half a score of years are gone,

Spring comes as sharply now as then..............

But if we  had it all to do

It would be done the same again.

It was a spring.........

that never came,

But we have lived enough to know

What we have never had, remains.....

It is the things we have that go............

Photographs 2023