William WatsonThinkers

The Aphorism is a handy weapon, having the keenness of the stiletto, and its glitter.

April is a month that laughs her girlish laughter, and then, the moment after, weeps her girlish tears.

Autumn is a cadence lingeringly long.

Seasonality is the low prelude of a lordlier song, summer, a music without hint of death, autumn a cadence lingeringly long, and Winter, a pause, the Minstrel-Year taking breath.

Spring is the low prelude of a lordlier song.

Summer is a music without hint of death.

Winter is a pause, the Minstrel-Year taking breath.