Molpy Timeversary!

Hi everyone! It's awesomeful to see you all still otting! I guess it takes a Timeversary to drag me up the basement steps.

Did you like the advent calendar? I wanted to do something treeish for the 5th anniversary of Time, but I knew if I barged in being all blitzgirly I wouldn't be able to focus very well. But now that the project is done I can be as SREEE as I like!

I suspect a few of you guessed that it was me, so thanks for not telling! And I'm sorry if I disappoint anyone with the revelation that The Advent is not a true Revealer the Recent (I call the account Adventbot in my head, even though it's not a bot). Thank you to Jose for the existence of the calendar, which was my inspiration. It was a seaish amount of fun to create the project, and molpish to see the OTT respond.
And above all, it's wowterful to be in the Present again!
The river is small!

Redundapoem:

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The Garden by Moonlight
by Amy Lowell

A black cat among roses,
Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon,
The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock.
The garden is very still,   
It is dazed with moonlight,
Contented with perfume,
Dreaming the opium dreams of its folded poppies.
Firefly lights open and vanish   
High as the tip buds of the golden glow
Low as the sweet alyssum flowers at my feet.
Moon-shimmer on leaves and trellises,
Moon-spikes shafting through the snow ball bush.   
Only the little faces of the ladies’ delight are alert and staring,
Only the cat, padding between the roses,
Shakes a branch and breaks the chequered pattern
As water is broken by the falling of a leaf.
Then you come,
And you are quiet like the garden,
And white like the alyssum flowers,   
And beautiful as the silent sparks of the fireflies.
Ah, Beloved, do you see those orange lilies?
They knew my mother,
But who belonging to me will they know
When I am gone.