| APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding | |
| Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing | |
| Memory and desire, stirring | |
| Dull roots with spring rain. | |
| Winter kept us warm, covering | 5 |
| Earth in forgetful snow, feeding | |
| A little life with dried tubers. | |
| Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee | |
| With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, | |
| And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, | 10 |
| And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. |
So begins TS Eliots' The Waste Land.
I am not much of a coffee drinker but I have been known to talk for an extended time and I am looking forward to some conversations on this month's topic over on the blog Synergy. So click on over there and join the conversation!
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