Verse of the Day

In the sunny orchard-closes,
While the warblers sing and swing,
Care not whether blustering Autumn
Break the promises of Spring ;
Rose and white the apple-blossom
Hides you from the sultry sky;
Let it flutter, blown and scattered,
On the meadows by-and-by.

In the Orchard, Henrik Ibsen

Verse of the Day

The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, "Come in,"
I boldly answered; entered then
My residence within

The Wind, Emily Dickinson