Under the weight of winterBows breaksnow cradles fallen memories
This is lovely, in a sweet sad way ... you are a natural for this form. :)
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.
I'm anxiously awaiting my first cardinal sighting ...
Great header photo and nice poem. -- barbara
A very pleasant dream!
bits and pieces ... :)
This really caught my attention. The persistent dream. Something we humans are made from.
Yes, and a persistent one it is ...
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