“Aren't you cold and won't you freeze,
With branches bare, you winter trees?
You've thrown away your summer shift,
Your autumn gold has come adrift.
Dearie me, you winter trees,
What strange behavior, if you please!
In summer you could wear much less,
But come the winter – you undress!”
With our youngest flock, watching the bare arms of our winter trees, and wondering: Australian native trees undress their bark, European planted tress undress their leaves: why, indeed, in winter?
#trees #undress #winter #eggs #pastured #pasture #farmlife #wintersun #chickens #poetry #farming #poetryandfarming
--from the poem “Winter Trees” by Zoltan Zelk, a Hungarian poet.
With branches bare, you winter trees?
You've thrown away your summer shift,
Your autumn gold has come adrift.
Dearie me, you winter trees,
What strange behavior, if you please!
In summer you could wear much less,
But come the winter – you undress!”
With our youngest flock, watching the bare arms of our winter trees, and wondering: Australian native trees undress their bark, European planted tress undress their leaves: why, indeed, in winter?
#trees #undress #winter #eggs #pastured #pasture #farmlife #wintersun #chickens #poetry #farming #poetryandfarming
--from the poem “Winter Trees” by Zoltan Zelk, a Hungarian poet.
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