It’s just a moth, I offeredthat blue moon nightrattling windowschafing nerves We’d chosen exile –sister and I – refuge from family demons, not ours to claim Innocence borrowsresponsibility – I boreit like a badge;she shattered Could not discriminatedarkness from her owninner light – soughtto end the fury I’ll carry us both,I murmured, too youngto recognize […]
Countless, the timesI’ve spoken out of place –words spilling unfiltered –grading myself harshlyin the aftermath – Yet a pauciloquent tonguewould leave me drowningthoughts stirringin a stagnant pool –perhaps I’ll strivefor moderation. (Image my own)
Tell my woes to Rivershe listens graciouslyan empathic mirror Not so the Jackdawwhose arrogant clatteringderides self-pity Slaps me consciousfor I am victim, yes, andif not careful, abuser. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknuton.Image my own)
I love the red cardinal on the snow-covered branch. He looks quite self-satisfied–and rightly so!
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They are so regal. Especially this time of year.
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I always get very excited whenever I spot one in our yard.
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Nice captures!
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Thanks
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Those are both great photos. You have a good eye capturing the flag in the window.
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Thanks Heather.
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You’re welcome!
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VJ, such a stately cardinal. Keith
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Thanks Keith!
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