monday verse: autumn journal Posted on 7 December, 201520 August, 2015 by Bilberry and Birch It is December now, the trees are naked As the three crosses on the hill; Through the white fog the face of the orange sun is cryptic Like a lawyer making the year’s will. The year has little to show, will leave a heavy overdraft to its heir. from Autumn Journal (XVIII) by Louis MacNeice Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestTumblrEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related