Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Broken Branches


                                        ... broken branches beneath hundred year old pines

                      ... small birds on sunlit bales of straw

                                                                  ... a footbridge / the river ..... this persistent dream







The photograph is mine.
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10 comments:

  1. WildBillMarch 25, 2015 at 7:47 AM

    Under the weight of winter
    Bows break
    snow cradles fallen memories

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    1. Teresa EvangelineMarch 25, 2015 at 8:15 AM

      This is lovely, in a sweet sad way ... you are a natural for this form. :)

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  2. Geo.March 26, 2015 at 3:02 AM

    According to the mockingbird who recites his catalog on the pumphouse roof, there are some birds having trouble here too. But they're tough little things. They'll return by and by.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineMarch 27, 2015 at 9:18 PM

      I'm anxiously awaiting my first cardinal sighting ...

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  3. Folkways Note BookMarch 26, 2015 at 4:15 PM

    Great header photo and nice poem. -- barbara

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  4. AnonymousMarch 26, 2015 at 10:20 PM

    A very pleasant dream!

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  5. WildBillMarch 30, 2015 at 1:37 PM

    This really caught my attention. The persistent dream. Something we humans are made from.

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