creak-and-whisper

Updated: May 13, 2025

Mid-autumn, when its people shivered and found fault and talked of moving, the maple tried to please them with new and brighter colours gold, with the warmth of summer in its look; scarlet, suggesting love and the June roses. Soon it stood bare and deserted. Then what was there in the creak-and-whisper chorus of the old tree for one listening in the night?

Irving Bacheller - Darrel of the Blessed Isles