<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="ltr"><span style="caret-color: rgb(52, 52, 52); color: rgb(52, 52, 52); font-family: "Poets Electra Roman No 2"; font-size: 2.5rem; font-style: italic; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(30, 30, 30, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;">After the Winter</span></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr"><span></span>by Claude McKay<br><span></span><br><span>Some day, when trees have shed their leaves</span><br><span> And against the morning’s white</span><br><span>The shivering birds beneath the eaves</span><br><span> Have sheltered for the night,</span><br><span>We’ll turn our faces southward, love,</span><br><span> Toward the summer isle</span><br><span>Where bamboos spire to shafted grove</span><br><span> And wide-mouthed orchids smile.</span><br><span></span><br><span>And we will seek the quiet hill</span><br><span> Where towers the cotton tree,</span><br><span>And leaps the laughing crystal rill,</span><br><span> And works the droning bee.</span><br><span>And we will build a cottage there</span><br><span> Beside an open glade,</span><br><span>With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,</span><br><span> And ferns that never fade.</span><br><br><span>————————————————-</span><br><span></span><br><span>Seeya 'round town, Moscow, because . . .</span><br><span></span><br><span>"Moscow Cares" (the most fun you can have with your pants on)</span><br><span>http://www.MoscowCares.net</span><br><span></span><br><span>Tom Hansen</span><br><span>Moscow, Idaho</span><br><span></span><br><span>“A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met.”</span><br><span>- Roy E. Stolworthy</span><br></div></div></div></body></html>