Tuesday, November 13, 2012

spider puppy beech

"The spider's touch  how exquisitely fine
Feels at each thread and tells along the line." Pope

A red setter puppy bounds up to me. "Now he's going to follow you," says the owner. I say, I wouldn't really mind. "He 's going to be a huge dog. He's 13 weeks old." The owner says. And the two walk on, he talking gently to it  introducing the pup to the world.

In The Grove the leaves on a large copper beech shimmer and whisper to themselves. The other trees are silent seeming to listen respectfully.

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