"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.
And yet the world,
In its distress,
Displays a certain
Loveliness"
Maple grieves
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves.
The ground is hard,
As hard as stone.
The year is old,
The birds are flown.
And yet the world,
In its distress,
Displays a certain
Loveliness"
-- John Updike, A Child's Calendar --
It’s still fun to discover the secrets that hide in trees and on grounds where leaves have masked what’s there. There are bird’s nests, bittersweet, mantis egg sacs …. The world is a new place.
Brown is the new black, and there’s an air of formality to all the grasses and shrubs that carry late Autumn’s themesong through the garden beds. The green of box and rhododendron and hellebore strike a repeating gracenote that lends unity to the scene.
Rain-soaked …, frost-nipped …, clean-raked … world that I love, rest easy. Spring isn’t far away, but rest is good for all.
3 comments:
I think Spring is so wonderful because of lessons of Winter. love your pics.
Hi ksr! Thanks for visiting! It's a challenge to look beyond the bleak, cold, rainy atmosphere in the garden, isn't it? .....but the discoveries are still sweet. Happy holidays to you.
nice poetry and post. simple, gentle.
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