“Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze. Gaining and failing they are buffeted by a dark wind – But what? On harsh weedstalks the flock has rested – the snow is covered with broken seed husks and the wind tempered with a shrill piping of plenty.”

“Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze. Gaining and failing they are buffeted by a dark wind – But what? On harsh weedstalks the flock has rested – the snow is covered with broken seed husks and the wind tempered with a shrill piping of plenty.”

— William Carlos Williams