Yearning for renewalwe wrestle dragons –unsuspected passages,like time machinesscattering ticket stubs We distractseek nourishmentpercolate meaning Nostalgic nuancessuccumb tojagged memories –Cubism in motion. (Art mine)
Oh that Spring gale,she’s such a storyteller –awakens the landfiddles with expectations –Welcome post-Winter trickster. (Image my own)
Gathered up all the loveI’d previously rejectedpulled it to melike a well-worn cloakImagined the comfortsuch a vibration would bringoblivion amounting to bliss But love –my interpretation of it –does not nullify painAnd I writhed in its intensitypain physically ingrainedburdened by memories How can this be? I criedIn darkness I turned to loveprojected nirvanauncovered such an […]
Just look at that! Another past-time I enjoy, thinking of starting a bird log.
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My husband said I should do that too. Love my birds.
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I find them most fascinating.
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Gorgeous capture 🙂
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Thanks.
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Lovely! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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sometimes you just need a love button!
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We do! Thanks.
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You’re welcome!
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He’s intent on getting at the suet!
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Isn’t he! Looks like he’s doing a chin up.
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Yes, he does!
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