#march1st

[judyconda]

MARCH by William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies, I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month! in praise of thee; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear’st the gentle name of Spring. And, in thy reign of blast and storm, Smiles many a long, bright, sunny day, When the changed winds are soft and warm, And heaven puts on the blue of May. Then sing aloud the gushing rills And the full springs, from frost set free, That, brightly leaping down the hills, Are just set out to meet the sea. The year’s departing beauty hides Of wintry storms the sullen threat; But in thy sternest frown abides A look of kindly promise yet. Thou bring’st the hope of those calm skies, And that soft time of sunny showers, When the wide bloom, on earth that lies, Seems of a brighter world than ours. #hellomarch #march1st #marchblessings #march #marchpoetry #marchmadness #poems #poem #poetic #poet #poetry #poems #poetryofinstagram #classicpoetry #Spiritique #mindfulness #Spiritual #Spirituality #mystical #mystique #mystic #mysticisim #spring #springseason #springsummer #summer #summerseason #summerrains #ostara #springequinox #blessedbe https://www.instagram.com/p/CpNoEXVyEij/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[spellnbone]

like my own mind

Location: Hog’s Head Inn, Hogsmeade Time: 1st of March, evening Status: Closed, for @arabellafiggaf​

Hogwarts was surrounded by wards which not only kept away people who weren’t supposed to be there but also the passing of time. The darkness of the world couldn’t seem to enter it -- not in reality, but also not in the idea of safety that it stood for. All memories of one’s time there were bright and colourful, as though untouchable by time, as though nothing -- neither time nor evil -- could harm the children that lived there, many years ago. 

When Fabian had told Edgar he was going to move there, following a job offer from Dumbledore, Edgar had felt a sort of relief wash over him. Fabian would be safe there. The war would be distant and he would be safe. It was only when Fabian offered that Edgar could just come visit him -- the wards not repellent to friends of Dumbledore, after all -- Edgar had felt tense again.

For years he had kept his family out of the war, even Amelia he had lied to, for the first time in his life. And then she had found out, and she had been the exception, the only other Bones to know, and he had been able to pretend that it was all fine. But now two problems were arising. Firstly, their Head Quarter’s Secret Keeper was dead and Edgar was offering up the House of Bones, his family’s private estate. They weren’t around at the moment, no, but no one could stop them from changing this whenever they wanted. Secondly: Amelia had seen the Potter Estate. She’d been at the Rosier Engagement Party, she had seen what the battles which Edgar always feared to tell her about looked like, and then she had been brought to the Potter Estate and seen every single Order member, running around in a frenzy, saving lives, fighting, being just that: members of the Order of the Phoenix.

She’d not said it, but in her eyes Edgar had read that something had changed then. Something in the way his beloved twin sister saw the Order had changed, and he hated it. Perhaps because for the first time, she wasn’t so eager to stay away from it. For the first time, she was willing to participate. He’d done it, after all; he’d brought the war to the people he wanted to see live in peace the most.

And now he was supposed to meet Fabian at Hogwarts. Supposed. He couldn’t. He didn’t dare. Every time they found each other at Strongarm Cottage -- by accident or on purpose -- it was a moment of bliss and relief, but the idea of seeing him at Hogwarts? It was an idea made of tension. He’d tried a couple of times, but each time he’d made his way back instead, too anxious to ruin whatever peace Fabian had found behind the thick castle walls.

Thus, arriving at Hogsmeade, he made sure to keep his eyes on the path ahead, and not look up at the castle on the other side of the lake, just keep his eyes on the hut in front of him, the door, the counter, the stool, the smile on Arabella’s lips. “A moth coffee and some company, please?”

[cane-freddo]

Happy Birthday Ai!

Roboboi is laiff🤩🤩🤩🎊👌

[laurenlondon2k21]

Happy First Day Of March 💚💚🍀#LaurenLondon #TeamLaurenLondon #march1st #LaurenLondonFan #TMC

[fuckingcontactrecapshow]

nothing forgotten nothing forgiven 

[tmnfndmsntnghlf]

You’re welcome, internet

[kaleidoscope-swiftie13]

I AM NOT OKAY @taylorswift

[jasonstiff]

Okay, March... you started really pretty... well done. It's up to you to succeed where your older siblings January and February have failed thus far this year... . . . . . #California #SantaBarbara #nofilter #sunrise #dawn #clouds #trees #birds #beautiful #pretty #gorgeous #January #February #March #March1st #2019 (at Santa Barbara, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bue_XgiAUaa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=axccug8y9v7f