DANCING WITH DAFFODILS

After a winter of discontent, a shout-out to the first day of spring is in order. May this fresh new season help you drop whatever extra weight you may be carrying (physical, mental, emotional — or all of the above!), and support you in keeping calm and carrying on.

Here's a little ditty from 1804 (thank you, William Wordsworth). Happy Spring!

(copyright 2012 TheBigCandMe)

THE DAFFODILS
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
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.

Continuous as the stars that shine
and twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed — and gazed — but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.