and rowed him softer home

        the old birdhouse was stuffed with sticks and feathers at first glance she thought it was a dried milkweed pod how fragile this baby wren she gently cradled him in her hands and placed him on a branch where he had room to spread his tiny wings and fly home          


          her days were a struggle between holding on and letting go          

timeless fashion

          sweet anticipation led to insomnia she rose before dawn and dressed in the dark            

testing the waters

        seems fitting spring begins here the origin of life          

kiss the sky

        “I’m jealous of nature. It just expresses itself without judgment, the comparison with others, worry or complaints. And because of this very fact, it heals us in ways we can’t even imagine.” ~ Jacinta Mpalyenkana