Sunday, September 30, 2012

 
 
 
Pods of summer crowd around the door;
I take them in the autumn of my hands.
Last night I heard the first cold wind outside:
And wind blew soft, and yet I shiver twice:
Once for thin walls, once for the sound of time.
 
Fall Wind
  William Stafford


4 comments:

sandy said...

What a pretty squirrel! I have never seen a black one.

Guy said...

Hi Sandy

Most of our Grey Squirrels are black, go figure.

All the best.
Guy

Kathie Brown said...

Cute squirrel. I love the poem. It does give one the feeling of autumn and of life.

Guy said...

Hi Kathie

I find I almost always get a lift or a thought from Stafford. Happy fall.

Regards
Guy