I've not written in ages...

... and much like the typical flakey friend you wish would just get her act together, I'm full to the brim of sincere excuses and justifications. I'm not going to write them all here, you understand - I have to get back to work.

But. 

I shall write something soon. It'll be profound, I promise. For now though, I'll ask Robert Frost to be my guest blogger and entertain you with a poem. 

Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the cagèd yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by,
To come again at dark.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away. 

~ Wind and Window Flower, Robert Frost