a new bird calling
warbling tones bring high notes to
today’s symphony
a new bird calling
warbling tones bring high notes to
today’s symphony
our neighbour’s garden
little pond of gleaming carp
our golden-nosed cat
cutting my own hair
imperfection pleases me
this unbalanced world
this morning’s cool breath
sleep-warm legs stretching downwards
tiptoes test cold tiles
dancing in the air
snowflakes and white spring blossoms
the north wind laughing
happy dog barking
hidden by a dry stone dyke
a boy throws a ball
one single word shook
me from my dreams, just one word,
one disturbing thought
on a flight to Eire
a plane crossed our path so close
life lived in a flash
April is surprised
frost lingers in the corners
of each window pane
remembering my
grandmother, feeding the birds,
whistling, breaking bread
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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