Sunday, April 7, 2013

My Mother

                                          ... my mother is gone                                    

                                                                          ... still ... there is the red winged blackbird
                   
                                     ... who arrives with the last snow of spring 
                                                                    
                                                                   ... spends summer along the river




The photograph is mine.

10 comments:

  1. Love the photo and your words. I like this...like a comment I can reflect on.

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    1. I'm so glad you're visiting here. I deeply appreciate it.

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  2. Beautiful photo and thought, Teresa. We have them here and I love their song~

    Jan

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    1. They add so much to my days ... a nearby marsh comes alive with them every spring. Thank you.

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  3. Beautiful photo, just glad not to be out in it right now.

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    1. It's melting today and I'm very glad. Thank you!

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  4. Your words have so many meanings for me -- like the black bird on the late snowy branches -- barbara

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  5. We never stop being a part of the natural world. And it's good.

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