Sixty Years Later I Notice, Inside A Flock Of Blackbirds,
the Venetian blinds
I dusted off
for my mother on
Saturday mornings,
closing, opening them
with the pull cord a few
times just to watch the outside
universe keep blinking,
as the flock suddenly
rises from November stubble,
hovers a few seconds,
closing, opening,
blinking, before it tilts,
then vanishes over a hill.
by David Allan Evans
Two Birds by M.C. Escher, 1938
Wonderful Escher print! So appropriate for November, as skies become overcast and birds migrate. Enjoyed the poem by Evans, as well.
Thanks Laura, always so nice to hear from you, wishing you a happy weekend