October 28, 2019 by ebbtide devotees Poetry birds, blessings, contentment, devotee, freedom, joy, junco, poem, Poetry, sky, writing 4 Comments at the sill, I count birds like blessings – even the wisp of a junco with the withered foot – both of us recite the words for sky © Sarah Whiteley Share this:FacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
Beautiful……from your heart. I always think of you when I cross paths with a neighborhood crow.
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Thank you! It’s been ages since I’ve done a crow update. I will have to do that soon – so many changes.
Yes…..everything changes and that’s the good and the bad of it.
Another beautiful gem, Sarah! I love this. 💗