These dancing birds were so lovely. What are they? Cormorants?
You can tell he's about to burst out laughing
Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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Funny. I was just thinking the same thing. I walked by the corner of the house this morning for some strange reason and realized that the daisies that grow there are almost gone - past their lovely, happy stage. And I was sad and wondered where I'd been.
ReplyDeletesoo soo cute!
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