Poem -

Absent Friends

I notice there are
red berries
on the trees again
this autumn
and in such great
abundance ..
But no wax-wings
to cull them
nor any squirrels,
bullfinches,
or other rodents ..
Last winter,
was hard on them
too my love ..

 

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Jac Fables

We have a bush with red berries. It blooms beautifully each springtime. Nice Verse.

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Neville

thanks a ton Jacques 

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Bernadete van d...

“It was hard on them too…”
you are missing your loved one and your friends who have 
departed. There is a soft beauty blending nature with your feeling, Neville. 

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Neville

You noticed .. many thanks B .. I really don't like Novembers at all 

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Being Me

There's lots of berries on the Holly round here. I've never seen a wax wing in the feathers, only in pictures, they look beautiful. Less bunnies ... a lot less bunnies. Less squirrels. Less sparrows.... so few butterflies and bees too in the summer. 

I'm sorry your heart is crying for a loved one. Sending love and hugs to you xx

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Neville

it seems there is a lot less of pretty much everything @ the moment .. boy do I sure resent November .. roll on spring .. and thank you Tina that's just what the doctor ordered .. x

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