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

 

 

 

 

 

the polar vortex

 

 

stopped by for a visit
seems an appropriate end
to the month of January

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

making the bed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“In November, the earth is growing quiet. It is making its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures. The bed is white and silent, and much life can hide beneath its blankets.”

― Cynthia Rylant

waiting

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row

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for warmer days

Sometimes what we learn and who we become in the process of waiting is even more important than what we’re waiting for.

~ unknown