Another Spring one

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees

Is my destroyer.

And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose

My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

                    - Dylan Thomas, The Force That Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower

One of my assemblages , inspired by the poem, which seems related to the season.

Summer Dream

One of my assemblages, there are more here.

And from stranger shores, Carlos' are here. Happy exploring!

Edit: I was going to do a rant of some kind, but I am temporarily tired of the (figurative) sound of my own voice. Hope you all don't mind, I'm sure I will recover the will to rant shortly.