The force that makes the winter grow Its feathered hexagons of snow, and drives the bee to match at home Their calculated honeycomb, Is abacus and rose combined.
An icy sweetness fills my mind, A sense that under thing and wing Lies, taut yet living, coiled, the spring.
~ Jacob Bronowski ~
This layout will have to be copied to Wikiquote:Quote of the day/January 18, 2012 by an Admin. ~ ♞☮♌Kalki·†·⚓⊙☳☶⚡ 17:12, 16 January 2012 (UTC) + tweak