November chill
rusts the dogwood,
scatters the locust seeds
down the sodden street
the maple this year
shows an unusual
reluctance for red
but today gray was made
a near beautiful thing –
a frame for the darker
darts of the chickadees
in the yellow goodbye
of the chestnut tree
© Sarah Whiteley
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Love your chickadee! they are the most comical of birds and have been the only visitors to our feeders in the past few weeks. happy to see you! K
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we get more tits and juncos than we do chickadees, so when I see them I pay attention – love those little guys!
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Beautiful!!!
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I really liked this nature descriptive pieve and the painting next to it.
Somehow the whole setting, with the painting on the left of the poem, came out just perfect
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🙂
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Vivid highlights here.
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“Gray was made a near beautiful thing…” and “the yellow goodbye of the chestnut tree.”
—stunning lines, Sarah.
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thank you! 🙂 I do love autumn – seems to bring out the poet side
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Sweet bird…..lovely poem. These little ones carry the promise for me of spring all winter.
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I do love how cheery the chickadees are – not sure I could make it through winter without birds hanging about to cheer things up
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Just a beautiful scene created with your words …the contrast of colors.
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Beauty!
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