... 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.
Love the photo and your words. I like this...like a comment I can reflect on.
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you're visiting here. I deeply appreciate it.
DeleteBeautiful photo and thought, Teresa. We have them here and I love their song~
ReplyDeleteJan
They add so much to my days ... a nearby marsh comes alive with them every spring. Thank you.
DeleteBeautiful photo, just glad not to be out in it right now.
ReplyDeleteIt's melting today and I'm very glad. Thank you!
DeleteYour words have so many meanings for me -- like the black bird on the late snowy branches -- barbara
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad. Thank you, Barbara.
DeleteWe never stop being a part of the natural world. And it's good.
ReplyDeleteIt certainly is... :)
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