Beauty is Where You Find It Songs fill the air, not a bird to be seen anywhere. Just see what’s there. Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
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. Loading...
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.”