The crow serenadeEnjoy your cover of green todayIt’s September with a filtering, flittering Away of the understoryEnjoy the warmth, this glowing afternoonNot a wisp of cloud Or a visible breezeEnjoy your fattening plentyOf wild dark berriesScattered field weeds seedingEnjoy dusk light as sun dipsWhile Bach played on LuteIs your evening lullaby
The grass got mowed. But how do they know? Mid-day warmth, under the maple tree shade, the whole group descends at once, to peck peck peck, then off as something in the wind picks up.
“This eager heart of mine was singing”#1954 #musicigrewupto #swing #natkingcolehttps://youtu.be/7ZWTxD6ADbo?si=k1SrKq4wjHJca1xN
Just a spark from a time in turmoil, when hope flowered and music was the writing brush White birdIn a golden cageOn a winter’s dayIn the rainWhite birdIn a golden cageAloneThe leaves blowAcross the long, black roadTo the darkened skiesIn it’s rageBut the white birdJust sits in her cageUnknownWhite bird must flyOr she will dieWhite
Our disappearing world The New York Times 24 August 2023 Four out of five emperor penguin colonies in Antarctica very likely lost their chicks in 2022 because of disappearing sea ice underneath their breeding grounds, a study found. Scientists speculate that Antarctic sea ice is entering a new, unstable state. https://nyti.ms/3qEdqbx
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