Songs fill the air,
not a bird to be seen anywhere.
Just see what's there.
Beauty is Where You Find It
Songs fill the air,
not a bird to be seen anywhere.
Just see what's there.
Songs fill the air,
not a bird to be seen anywhere.
Just see what's there.
So beautiful!
Thanks, Cova.
Reminded me of a poem by Mervyn Peake. Perhaps you know it…
Conceit
I heard a winter tree in song
Its leaves were birds, a hundred strong;
When all at once it ceased to sing,
For every leaf had taken wing.
No, I didn’t know it. I’ll have to look up Mervyn Peake, a poet I’d not heard of before.
Love the poem and the picture.
Thanks, luckily I’m a better photographer than I am a “poet.”