November
The stripped and shapely
Maple grieves;
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves.
The ground is hard
As hard as stone.
The year is old
The birds are flown.
John Updike (1932 – )
Fits of Whimsy & Other Musings
The stripped and shapely
Maple grieves;
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves.
The ground is hard
As hard as stone.
The year is old
The birds are flown.
John Updike (1932 – )
In our case the birds have not ‘flown’ but are still very much here as the bird feeder has become the gathering ground for a wide variety of feathered friends, including a bunch of 6 gold finch buddies who regularly raid the store. They take turns to queue up along the hedge. Magic!!
claire
November 24, 2008 at 3:36 pm