"Although a thoughtful bee still travels
And midge-ball ravels and unravels,
Yet strewn along the pathway lie
Like small open sarcophagi
The hazel nuts broken in two
And cobwebs catch the seed-pearl dew.
Now summer’s flowers are winter’s weeds,
I think of all the sleeping seeds;
Winds were their robins and by night
Frosts glue their leafy cover tight;
Snow may shake down its dizzy feathers,
They will sleep safely through all weathers."
Andrew Young.
Autumn Seeds.
From Cottage Flowers. Marie Angel. London;
Pelham Books Ltd. 1980.