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.






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.