Its going to be a great growing year.
The crocuses are still blooming.
And some miniature irises are in abundance.
And the first of many, many daffodils today.
When the early morning light quietly
grows above the mountains . . .
The world's darkening never reaches
to the light of Being.
We are too late for the gods and too
early for Being. Being's poem,
just begun, is man.
To head toward a star — this only.
Martin Heidegger

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