a lone bird singing
in the dark so joyously
before the day breaks
a lone bird singing
in the dark so joyously
before the day breaks
cathartic moments
packing the decorations
a time for fresh thought
changing weather
a mood prickling beneath skin
this uncertainty
opening borders
folly of competition
the cost of living
orange and grey bands
the sky in striped pyjamas
still horizontal
he doesn’t greet me
concentrating on his pain
step by step by step
remembering dad
sitting out at night waiting
to feed a hedgehog
just before daybreak
my dog and I sit outside
looking at the stars
early morning stars
sprinkled across a dark sky
gazing in wonder
shredding memories
things I have done, places been
people I have met
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
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