'Gloomy Winter's now awa, Saft the westlan breezes blaw; Mang the birks o Stanely shaw The mavis sings fu cheerie, O;' [...] -- Robert Tannahill, (1808) Birks or silver birch trees
Category: Poetry
A glisk
'...only if there are angels in your head will you ever, possibly, see one.' Mary Oliver, 'The World I live In'
Autumn
The trees are undressing, and fling in many places -- On the gray road, the roof, the window-sill -- Their radiant robes and ribbons and yellow laces [...] -- Thomas Hardy ' Last Week in October' Photo by Olya Kobruseva on Pexels.com
Anne M Scriven 