Spellbound

The night is darkening round me,


The wild winds coldly blow;


But a tyrant spell has bound me


And I cannot, cannot go.



The giant trees are bending


Their bare boughs weighed with snow.


And the storm is fast descending,


And yet I cannot go.



Clouds beyond clouds above me,


Wastes beyond wastes below;


But nothing drear can move me;


I will not, cannot go.

- by Emily Bronte

And so it begins again... One year closes, while another opens. Our hopes and expectations are fresh and crisp as this January air. Yet, with only 5 day in, all I really want to do is hibernate ‘til spring… and spend my time reading gorgeous poetry like this piece from Emily Bronte!

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