Young lovers in the tall grass with their hearts open wide

[sovay]

. . . the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which . . .

But tonight it is the solstice's shortest night, and there is a full moon. Happy midsummer night's dreams, all.

Comments

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door.

Nine

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

and there is a full moon...

And what a moon! Low, huge and golden, and draped in wisps of dark blue chiffon, a real Maxfield Parrish moon.