The Seer shares the following poem for the day:
I wandered lonely as a cloud
William Wordsworth
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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🌼Crowds of clouds dancing in the breeze
🌼Only to get lost in a myriad of leaves
🌼The daffodils host such a lovely soiree
🌼For the shadows of the day to finally lay
I don't have this feeling but does anyone have the feeling that we're going to go through a second resurrection?
One of my favourite poems as a teen…Thank you beloved Almine for sharing this beauty❤
Thank you for this precious moment of beauty 🧚♀️
Lovely image. Thank you Almine!
Almine likes the British Romantics–particularly Wordsworth–the nature poet. I imagine she grew up–in memory–and in her later life reading these. Thank you!
Beautiful cloudy Almine! Thank you for this lovely lovely poem. 🙂