Statues

If you don’t want the name, give the money back – isn’t it as easy as that?

Charities are minded to understand that if the source of the funds offered to them is questionable, they should refuse the offer.

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Dodecanal day

Spring, now dressed in all her feral charm, has woken
daffodils, which lay hid’n in the sodden earth, to
repose upon the green velour of mossy banks
amid bluebells, who hang their pretty heads for to
woo the busy bees whose flight through the perfumed air
delivers the payload of their pollened legs to
each corolla, which, in winning her attention
enticed the bee with nectar sweet her work to do.
Long may this work go on, though spring it is too short,
yet when summer comes, and then the harvest time, will
another winter yield again to feral charm?
Glad may she now be on her dodecanal day!

AT

AT: what can one say?

AT and Coco worked together for twenty years or so apart from a brief period when he escaped to a competitor firm, so you might think that I have a few tall tales to tell about him. Well, perhaps sadly I must say no. AT is so well behaved that it would be impossible to find even a single strange hair on his shoulder. That said however, when he was the custodian of some very fine white cats, you did have to be careful if you happened to use his chair in the office.

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December

However short the stay
All round you dare not delay
Reassured of change
You delineate the range
And manage the movement of all,
‘Til we come into line and see
In this your new way to be free

Saul

The recent events, yes in France but also elsewhere, reminded Coco of something. Before he was crucified that the Lord, Jesus Christ, spoke to his disciples and having told them that he was leaving them he went on to say: I have told you this beforehand so that you are not discouraged. They will throw you out of their synagogues, yes, and the hour will come that everyone who kills you will think that by doing so he brings a service to God. And this they will do, because they know neither the Father nor me. But I have told you this, so that when the time comes you will remember that I told you. I did not tell you this at the beginning because I was with you [but now I am leaving you]. (ref 1)

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Cold December

In cold December the wind blew warm.
In January did she no harm.
In February, her icy blast
chilled the earth to hold it fast.
In March she spoke, from within the storm,
to April, for whom this air be cast
and reply there came in silence felt.
None did speak, for nought was spelt
in runes upon the sodden grey earth,
for April’s showers in kindly mirth
did them efface beneath heaven’s vault
no trace to leave of any worth.

How then to say what must be said?
Be glad, rejoice in hope be led –
Another dawn, another day –
In an anniversarial way.