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Sweet horoscope & a pretty poem.
LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): If you don't want to peter out with a whimper in September, you should exit with a bang as soon as possible. In another couple of weeks, you'll have to answer to fate, whereas right now fate still has to answer to you. So pull out your calendar and schedule splashy goodbyes, last laughs, and colorful climaxes that leave no room for misinterpretation. Give going-away gifts to part-time nemeses so that they can't possibly go away mad. And make sure that the Day of Reckoning happens on your home turf.
"From joy the branches start, and all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head has given the waves their melody, And made my lips and music wed. There the Loves a circle go, the flaming circle of our days, In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair and how the winged sandals dart, Thine eyes grow full of tender care: beloved, gaze in thine own heart."-from The Two Trees, William B. Yeats
LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): If you don't want to peter out with a whimper in September, you should exit with a bang as soon as possible. In another couple of weeks, you'll have to answer to fate, whereas right now fate still has to answer to you. So pull out your calendar and schedule splashy goodbyes, last laughs, and colorful climaxes that leave no room for misinterpretation. Give going-away gifts to part-time nemeses so that they can't possibly go away mad. And make sure that the Day of Reckoning happens on your home turf.
"From joy the branches start, and all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit have dowered the stars with merry light; The surety of its hidden root has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head has given the waves their melody, And made my lips and music wed. There the Loves a circle go, the flaming circle of our days, In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair and how the winged sandals dart, Thine eyes grow full of tender care: beloved, gaze in thine own heart."-from The Two Trees, William B. Yeats