Anfractuous connotes splintered, yet you and I,never broken, dancea circuitous routelost in personal reveriesinterlocking threadssolid as the symbolsadorning ring fingers. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Faint at the sight of needlesa squeamish gene, I’m sure Suck it up, adult self admonishesChild looks away, breath held Sixty-two years its been thustoo many pokes to count And now there is new promisea vaccine to ward off the virus Hope reduced to one tiny vialbelieve me, this sleeve’s rolling up. (Written for Reena’s […]
For every childvowed to be the calyxto cradle each budding soulwith a tender heart But I am imperfectideals devolvingin the face of losscross unbearable Tend my own garden nowrecognizing the powerof example overridingoppression of control. (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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