Listening to the wind in the trees, especially during this beautiful leaf-falling season here, being amazed at hearing the sound of water up above - one of my favourite things.
The riverbed, dried-up, half-full of leaves.
Us, listening to a river in the trees.
Seamus Heaney, The Haw Lantern (Faber and Faber 1987)
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