Saturday Music

Saturday streets cold here. Though lots of blossom still around ( see extra ).
It's dusk now so some appropriate DH Laurence for you.
 Hark in the Dusk
Hark! in the dusk
voices, gurgling like water
wreathe strong weed round the knees, as the darkness
lifts us off our feet.

As the current
thrusts warm through the loins, so the little one
wildly floats, swirls,
and the flood strikes the belly, and we are gone .