State of Mind

 

The topic for this week's WordPress photo prompt is 'State of Mind'. I have a cold. This is my state of mind. Soft, beige and crumpled.

It is actually a photo of used tissues in my waste paper basket. You are allowed to say 'yuck'.The app was PhotoToaster.

 

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Seasons

 

 

The Human Seasons. John Keats

 

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;

There are four seasons in the mind of man:

He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear

Takes in all beauty with an easy span:

He has his Summer, when luxuriously

Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves

To ruminate, and by such dreaming high

Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves

His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings

He furleth close; contented so to look

On mists in idleness—to let fair things

Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.

He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,

Or else he would forego his mortal nature.