Baiting her line with incantationsshe casts her spell… imaginesan ocean of possibilitiesready to nibble at her bidding As if words hold swayand patience, power; believes right intent is lure enoughto reel in destiny, determine fate. (Rewrite of piece formerly entitled ‘Fishing’.Image my own. Perhaps a silly goose?)
Trade you an ‘n’for a ‘v’, I saidto the moonto the sunto the birdat my window All obligedand nowmy lonely dayis lovely,lovely,lovely. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @VjknutsonArt my own.)
Service contentmentBe a vessel –giving and receivingCreate ripplesInspireBe presentPush through limitsBe bliss spreadingviral joy (I’ve started a new project: reading through old journals – mostly griping – to find new messages, new poetry.This is my first result. Image my own.)
Chilly 🙂
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Very!
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These photos are so beautiful! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks Deborah.
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Poor birds…they always seem to make the best of it!
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Amazing really, how they stay warm and survive.
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…and they still sing!
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I didn’t see the cardinal at first! Her orange beak gave her away.
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I wasn’t sure if the birds could get to the feeder with all that snow, but she did.
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She was able to get some food?
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She did, lol. Persistence pays off I guess.
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😀
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