Geel
If you haven't already done so, take a moment and add yourself to my Frappr map, consider helping me a resolution for this new working week. It's Monday, it's Monday Yellow:
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper
sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes,
new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.
Art: Mr. Greenjeans - The Clock is Ticking
Words: Carl Sandburg - Autumn Movement
