Showing posts with label Oliver Herford. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oliver Herford. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Dirty Birds (055/365)

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“‘We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,’
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.”

Oliver Herford (1863-1935), poet. I Heard a Bird Sing (l. 5-8). . . New Treasury of Children's Poetry, A; Old Favorites and New Discoveries. Joanna Cole, comp. (1984) Doubleday & Company.


TIME:  3:52 PM
PLACE:  The alley
SUBJECT:  Birds

Sunny, but very cold again today.  These birds were splashing around in the water-filled depressions at the end of our drive.  How these birds can stand being in the ice cold water is beyond me.  I get the shivers just thinking about it.  I am about done with winter.  To give me an incentive to get out of bed in the morning, I keep telling myself that each new day brings springtime a little bit closer.