A Winter Dawn
Above the marge of night a star still shines,
And on the frosty hills the sombre pines
Harbor an eerie wind that crooneth low
Over the glimmering wastes of virgin snow.
Through the pale arch of orient the morn
Comes in a milk-white splendor newly-born,
A sword of crimson cuts in twain the gray
Banners of shadow hosts, and lo, the day!
Lucy Maud Montgomery
Happy Caturday, Dogurday and Bunnyday, everyone!

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Happy Caturday!
Nice sunny day here in WI.
Will go find something fun to do.
Walk the dog first and then who knows what.
Cheers!