A thing of beauty
in the midst of waning
A larder still holding food
for the wayward bird who may need it
or to drop to the ground to live again
Whatever its fate
it is a joy to behold...this bright cheery red
on this cold gloomy gray skyed day
in late November....
another thought of gratitude sent to heaven,Stafford
Suz, You have a profound way with words. I love this entry and the welcome sight of the color red amongst all the gray of fall.
ReplyDeleteBlessYourHeart
dear Suz, What lipstick red berries you have captured here and so cleverly reflected in your poem of death and renewal.
ReplyDeletethose berries are so santa red.
ReplyDeletelove the contrasts in the
photos and words.